Talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience.

What's the point of wearing your favorite rocket ship underpants if nobody ever asks to see 'em?

I asked mom if I was a gifted child. She said they certainly wouldn't have paid for me.

Calvin: Today for show and tell, I've brought a tiny miracle of nature: a single snowflake! I think we might all learn a lesson from how this utterly unique and exquisite crystal turns into an ordinary, boring molecule of water just like every other one when you bring it into the classroom. And now, while the analogy sinks in, I will be leaving you drips and going outside.

Calvin: Dear Santa, before I submit life to your scrutiny, I demand to know who made YOU the matter of my fate?! Who are YOU to question my behavior, HUH??? What gives you the right?! Hobbes: Santa makes the toys, so he gets to decide who to give them to. Calvin: Oh.

Years from now, when I'm successful and happy, ...and he's in prison... I hope I'm not too mature to gloat.

Verbing weirds language.