“How many midgets does it take to take over the world? I’m not sure, but I’d guess twice as many.”
“How many seconds does it take to win second? As many as it takes to win first—if you don’t use them properly.”
“Chuck said, “Hey. How many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?” Cawley looked over at him. “I’ll bite. How many?” “Fish,” Chuck said and let loose a bright bark of a laugh.”
“How many new girls will it take to change the world?”
“How many psychiatrists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?” “I don’t know. How many?” “Eight.” “Why?” “Oh, stop overanalyzing it.”
“How many Zen masters does it take to screw in a light bulb? The plum tree in the garden!”