Poo! This is for the birds! I've gotta get over this feeling! And when a girl feels this way — some new clothes are in order!
— Supergirl, Adventure Comics #397
Misato: Ah, hello Rei. What brings you here?
Rei: I am in need of new socks.
Asuka: Figures. The devil will probably visit the Arctic to spend a holiday in the warmth before you'd buy yourself some new outfit.
Rei: The clothes that were supplied by the school are sufficient for me.
Asuka: Sufficient, sufficient. This is not a matter of sufficiency. You should do it to feel more comfortable, to show the world that you have another life than school and duty. And most importantly to make you feel better!
Rei: I am in need of new socks.
Asuka: Figures. The devil will probably visit the Arctic to spend a holiday in the warmth before you'd buy yourself some new outfit.
Rei: The clothes that were supplied by the school are sufficient for me.
Asuka: Sufficient, sufficient. This is not a matter of sufficiency. You should do it to feel more comfortable, to show the world that you have another life than school and duty. And most importantly to make you feel better!
What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across the sea of faces
In search of more and more applause?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on? Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east? Contract diseases?
Bury bones? Break up homes?
Send flowers by phone?
Take to drink? Go to shrinks?
Give up meat? Rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets?
Train dogs? Race rats?
Fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure? Store up leisure?
But never relax at all
With our backs to the wall.
Where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across the sea of faces
In search of more and more applause?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on? Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east? Contract diseases?
Bury bones? Break up homes?
Send flowers by phone?
Take to drink? Go to shrinks?
Give up meat? Rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets?
Train dogs? Race rats?
Fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure? Store up leisure?
But never relax at all
With our backs to the wall.
— Pink Floyd, "What Shall We Do Now?"
"Now this is just the sort of outlandish purchase that makes me briefly feel slightly better about myself!"
— Zagreus, Hades
Phoebe: So, did shopping make you feel any better about Ross?
Rachel: (her hands full of shopping bags) Manhattan does not have enough stores.
Rachel: (her hands full of shopping bags) Manhattan does not have enough stores.
—Friends, "The One With Ross' Wedding: Part One"
