“A mafia don could snap his fingers and somebody would snap my neck. But when I snap my fingers, people start dancing. Or at least my clones would.”

“I want instant coffee at the snap of my fingers that gives me more energy than that generated by a million snaps.”

“If somebody kills me, at least I won’t be accused of murder. Well, assuming all my clones have alibis.”

“If I had nostrils on my index fingers, I wonder what the inside of my nose would smell like?”

“Do I own my soul, or would two of my clones?”

“I wish somebody would have told my grandpa about the Cold War, so he could have at least put on a jacket.”

“If instead of having ten fingers, I had ten combs for fingers, I'd love to meet Donald Trump, just so I could run my fingers through his hair.”