“I spy with my little eye a great story.”

“I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with ... G.""Sausages.”

“There's no way of calculating how many ramifications a story will take on once one spies a gleam of attention in another's eyes.”

“Ben starts. "I Spy with my little eye something I really like.""Oh I know," Radar says. "It's the taste of balls.""No.""Is it the taste of penises?" I guess."No, dumbass.""Hmm," says Radar. "Is it the smell of balls?""The texture of balls?”

“I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.”

“Damn Speakers! I always forget about her sneaky little spies. The image of a little voyeur squirrel hanging around outside my window and then running to Jenna to report any indiscretions on my part was absolutely horrifying.”