You can't eat compliments.

On a beautiful day like this it would be best to stay in bed so you wouldn't get up and spoil it!

My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?

Can't you see me as king of the Hereford ranchers, Lucy?" "Oh, I can see you, all right... I can see you riding out on your beautiful palomino checking the herd... There you sit, silhouetted against the evening sky... Sucking your thumb and holding that stupid blanket!

Happiness is anyone and anything that's loved by you.

Security is a thumb and a blanket. Happiness is a warm puppy.

Five hundred years from now, who'll know the difference?!