Know what's weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change. But pretty soon, everything's different.
What's the point of wearing your favorite rocket ship underpants if nobody ever asks to see 'em?
I'd hate to have a kid like me.
I try to make everyone's day a little more surreal.
Nothing helps a bad mood like spreading it around.
I don't think I'd have been in such a hurry to reach adulthood if I'd known the whole thing was going to be ad-libbed.