“The world was my oyster but I used the wrong fork.”

“No, I do not weep at the world. I'm too busy sharpening my oyster knife.”

“Shelly, what is this?" "What?" "This." She shook her fork. "A Rocky Mountain oyster." "Is it a shellfish?" "No, it's a testicle." "Oh, my God!" She dropped the fork as if it had suddenly zapped her. "Whose?" Dylan burst out laughing. "Not mine." "They came from the Rocking C. I bought 'em during castration season," Shelly told her. "You bought them? Oh, my God!" "Well," Shelly answered as if Hope were the crazy one, "they don't just give away free oysters, you know." "No, I don't know. I'm from California. We eat real food. We don't eat cow ball.”

“I believe the word used wrongly distorts the world.”

“Why, then the world ’s mine oyster,Which I with sword will open.”

“Shall the world, then, be overrun by oysters?”