“I wish to report an attempted murder—on my clone. Someone tried to drink my semen out of beaker number two.”
“In my laboratory, I use science to measure love. Whatever you do, don’t drink out of beaker number two.”
“We’re going to go in the back room as two singles, copulate back there, and come out a couple. Somebody go tell my clone where I am so he doesn’t go file a missing person’s report on himself.”
“Do I own my soul, or would two of my clones?”
“I have a list of people to kill. All but number 33 are my clones. Who’s number 33? Why you are, of course.”
“The cup is half full, sunshine and flowers and I try to act like I agree, but really I’m pissed someone dumped out half of my drink.”