"It was a darrrrrk and stoorrrrrmmmy niiiighttt..."
I've said to my girls forever, they text it to me when it's dark and stormy out.
At work it's "Good times...Good times...." which usually means everything has fallen apart AGAIN.
Also a work one: "I get paid the same." It gets me through the worst, lamest, stupidist, or most difficult jobs. Because really, aren't we all paid to show up? So how can I complain about what I'm asked to do once I show up? I'm already paid!