“How many performance artists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?I don't know. I left early.”
“How many psychiatrists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?” “I don’t know. How many?” “Eight.” “Why?” “Oh, stop overanalyzing it.”
“Chuck said, “Hey. How many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?” Cawley looked over at him. “I’ll bite. How many?” “Fish,” Chuck said and let loose a bright bark of a laugh.”
“How many Zen masters does it take to screw in a light bulb? The plum tree in the garden!”
“Why do they call it losing your virginity, anyway? It's Not Like I don't know where I left it." "You'd be surprised how many people don't.”
“You have no idea how screwed up I am.""That's not true. I know. I just don't care.”