The netherworld is timeless and unchanging, and boring -- much like a doctor's waiting room.

Charlie Asher: Mrs. Ling, is that duck wearing trousers? Mrs. Ling: Could be . . . . You hear of paper-wrap chicken? This duck in pants.

Faith isn't an act of intelligence, it's an act of imagination.

It's Christmas! Ah, Christmas, the time when all good people go about not decapitating each other.

Which is why you chose to wear that delightful ensemble from the skank-wear collection at Hoes-n-Thangs?" -Tommy

And an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.

What is your name?" asked Lear. Caius," said Kent. And whence do you hail?" From Bonking, sire." Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?