“Oh, wait a minute, I was supposed to be cutting back on the self-delusion, wasn't I? Whoops.”
“I suppose our capacity for self-delusion is boundless.”
“I don't see how My Fair Lady and Frankenstein are the same. Oh, wait a minute. Yes I do.”
“Since I moved back to Truly," he said, "I've felt as if I were standing in one place, unable to move. But I wasn't standing still. I was waiting. I think I was waiting for you.”
“I say the same thing about the death of James Wait. "Oh, well -- he wasn't going to write the Beethoven's Ninth Symphony anyway.”
“Thank God he killed the guy. Oh, now, wait a minute. What kind of a prayer was that!”