“I was part of a sting operation. We busted some bees.”

“I am the love machine of desire. I’m easy to operate. Just pull on my lever.”

“My name is Mr. Potatohead, and I’m looking for my wife. But I fear I’m too late, and that she’s already part of some combo meal somewhere.”

“I’m not exactly sympathetic, but I do have a big heart. I have to, to be able to pump all the blood required to operate my massive penis.”

“If you strip away my flowery language, you’ll figure out I’m really talking about bees.”

“In the interview I was told that I’d be replacing Robert, who was a robot. The company thought they could save some money and automate the front desk position, because they didn’t have to pay Robert, there was no fear of legal action being brought against the company in the form of a frivolous lawsuit, and Robert’s operating cost was only about a nickel a day, give or take four pennies.”

“I’m nothing. I’m just a humble man in a bumblebee costume trying to pollinate with a woman as romantic as a flower. Love doesn’t have to sting.”