“Here Mr Potts come here you little idiot!”
“Mr. Watson — Come here — I want to see you.[First intelligible words spoken over the telephone]”
“What exactly was your plan here, Mr. Andrews? To just walk in and flash your little smile, no questions asked?”
“You better stopLook aroundHere it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comesHere comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown.”
“I figure God's a creative guy. So when he comes down and lives with us in disguise, he can't help leaking creations here and there. Either that or he's an idiot. I haven't decided yet. Not a normal idiot- an idiot savant. God, idiot savant, what's the difference?”
“You stay out here a little while, an' if you smell any roses, you come let me smell, too.”