“Alfred: Hmf. I suppose you'll take up flying next, like that fellow in Metropolis.”
“You'll be mine before the next snow flies.”
“This is what I love about life. The UP. You can be completely down and out, and in the next you feel like you're flying, for no reason at all.”
“Sometimes I feel like a junkie. One minute something happens in my life and I'm flying. Next minute I take a nose-dive and just as I'm about to hit the ground with full force something else will have me flying again.”
“Suppose you're teaching math. You assume that parallel lines meet at infinity. You'll admit that adds up to something like transcendence.”
“Do shut your mouth--you'll catch flies sitting there like that.”