“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.”

“I wish I could sculpt my shadow into my night clone, and it could be out earning me money while I slept, instead of being folded up neatly in my underwear drawer like it is now.
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“I want to meet a woman named Sherry who only drinks brandy, and a woman named Brandy who only drinks sherry. Then I’ll offer each one of them one magical night of sex with me, in the form of two of my clones.”