“Hey, we've all got problems, chum. I'm overly talkative. You look like a field of buttercups in a suit.”
“All grimy and sweaty, Alexander drew her to him, his palms on her back, and bending to her and tilting his head, whispered into her mouth, "Tatiasha, I know you won't believe this, but if I'm looking at the sheets when I'm making love to you, we've got a bigger problem than what damn color they are.”
“My space chums think reality was once a primitive method of crowd control that got out of hand. In my view, it’s absurdity dressed up in a three-piece business suit.”
“The problem is that we've got a sense of humor and (Republicans have) got guns. Will we die laughing?”
“Issues are like assholes, we've all got one," Pam snipped.”
“Da-da chum da-da che, not to worry you've got the key!”