A blanket could be used to what the hell your way out of your neighbor’s bedroom.

... strange things may be generally accounted for if their cause be fairly seached out.

Liquid kittens would be drinkable cuddles. You wouldn’t ever be thirsty for love.

A brick could be used to build a house—or destroy it, one window at a time.


A blanket could be used to cover up my modesty. And used to cover up my nakedness.


I personally find ''super models'' strange. I don't know why this is.

In an infinite Universe anything can happen," said Ford, "Even survival. Strange but true.

A blanket is a coffin, if the cops are after you and you have to dump a body quick.


You say guest, and I say prisoner. But I say it with love, so mine is preferable to yours.

A blanket could be used as a smothering agent, sort of like an employee of the NSA.


If you’re going to hold a grudge, at least put on an oven mitt before you pick it up.

I am nine fifteen feet tall. I mean nine fifteen time tall. I measure height with my watch.

At this point I think we need to embrace the weird. High-five it. Give it our phone number.

My two legs are like one pretzel when I sit on the floor. If only love were so intertwined.

A brick could be cast in Samuel Jackson roles. It would be cheaper and more dramatic.