It's two billion, one hundred forty seven million, four hundred eighty three thousand, siz hundred forty-seven percent complete.

If you noticed the sculpture in the background before the girl in the foreground, then I've got some bad news...

I told ya so.

When you have no life.

You don't even need to see them for them to make you kill yourself.

I need help getting across it.

Damn monkey. Move over. It's my turn.

Never too much of a good thing!

Some things don't have to make sense. In fact, they're better if they don't.

Maybe eventually you'll say something that will reverse all otehr stuff you said.