You know what I hate about working? Bosses...The very idea that ANYONE could be my boss, well...I think you see the conflict.

I am available for children's parties, by the way.

Oh my God. Lift me up out of this illusion, Lord. Heal my perception that I might know only reality and only you.

Man, the Beatles were so high, they let Ringo sing a coupla tunes. Tell me they weren't partyin'.

Eternal suffering awaits anyone who questions god's infinite love.

What before seemed a...frustrating wall, the comic deftly and fearlessly steps through, proving the absurdity of it all.

Right foot, left foot, hemorrhage.