“In a perfectworld I would be taller, you would be alive,and chickens could cross the road withoutbeing the subject of a joke.”

“You’re an escapee from the loony bin,” I said. “You’re the butt of every joke ever told. You might as well be the chicken that crossed the road.”

“I dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the road and not be questioned about their motives.”

“I thought it would be such a sick joke to have to remain to be alive for decades and not believe in or feel anything.”

“Just be prepared," she said. "When you do come back to live with me, you are SO GROUNDED for calling me the chicken that crossed the road.”

“I have aspirations of becoming the first man to put on a chicken suit, cross the road, and then explain my motives for doing so. I guess you could say that right now I am an egg, and my dream is an omelet; I see myself in my dream, yet it is greater and more colorful than even I am.”