“Six minutes isn’t sex,” I hear him saying as my eyes crash shut. “Six minutes is a boiled egg.”
“You've smiled at him four hundred and forty six times as of a few minutes ago. He announces the number every time I see him.”
“You shouldn't be eating anything that takes six minutes to microwave.”
“If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster.”
“The revolution lasted six minutes and covered one hundred an twelve meters.”
“Poor Martin. Geek or no, committing his soul to eternal damnation was a helluva price to pay for six minutes.”