Some coworkers and I were talking about civilian casualties in the current unpleasantness in Iraq.

"If they want to eat the sweet omelet of freedom," I said, "then we're gonna have to break a few eggs."

I said this because, yes, I am a glib and unfeeling bastard.

That night, at home, the subject of civilian casualties came up on the news.

"If they want to eat the sweet omelet of freedom..." I began.

"...then we'll have to kill 'em all," Sonya concluded without skipping a beat.

Well, yeah. I guess it means the same thing.