The Wizard and I were discussing horrific things that could be used to grow hedges (the sort that comes with four inch long spines).
The Wizard: “…that would be a good way to make the neighbors hate us.”
Isambard (who had not heard the first part of the conversation): “Let’s do that!”
The Wizard: “We’ve never had any trouble getting the neighbors to hate us. All we have to do is let Nixon talk to them.”