Well, Mark Twain certainly thought so.

Mark Twain is a friend of mine. Come on.

You know the thing that was so great about Mark Twain you know we honor Mark Twain, but we don't read him.

I beg to differ with Mark Twain, though.

After the fashion of Mr. Mark Twain.

You should read the new book Mark Twain's writing now.

Mark Twain didn't psychoanalyze Huck Finn or Tom Sawyer.

Turpan is indeed very hot. Even the government is unable to control the temperature.

And Mark Twain, who knew all about typesetting, really was smitten by this machine.

You hesitated. Why?

Now if you can wait a little bit, you should be an author, because then you rise to very great heights, like Mark Twain, for instance extremely famous.

Spitting

(SPITS)

Spits

Threw up?

Breathe.

Go ahead.

You can see multiple fibers coming out of the spinnerets, because each spinneret has many spigots on it.

He wagged his tongue at the baby.

I feel like throwing up.

Disgusting!

I'm nauseous

Spitting

Spitting Continues

Okay, now, spit.

I threw up.

All spiders make silk at some point in their life.

There's no need to stammer, Mr. Gerard. No, we are not towing ashore.

I'll throw up.

Spit on it.

Spit some more.

I'm terribly ill, it's the lungs you know.

And I was thinking of the hypothermia and maybe some shoulder pain and all the other things the vomiting that comes from being in the saltwater.

The schoolgirl manner. You know, blushing, stammering and all that.

I just threw up.

You should at least say something.

Just seeing it wiggle made me want to puke.

The toast!

Toast is burning.

Exactly how I feel

I forgot the toast!

I think I'm gonna be sick.

You make me want to puke.

Makes me want to puke!

Makes me want to puke.