At some point, some insect has had sex with a leaf.

I don't want to go about offending people, that's not my plan.

This is the problem with over-crowded inner-city schools there aren't enough parts for everyone in the nativity story.

Why is it alright to be going around, going mental with a gun, shooting all the monkeys and killing them? Because one day we're going to run out.

The other day I was thinking - because I get a lot of headaches - I was wondering whether the head should be where it is. Because, at the end of the day, it's probably the heaviest part of your body, right? And yet it's at the top as opposed to, I don't, dangling at the bottom somewhere.

I don’t understand why people take pictures of mimes. Everyone looks like a mime in a picture.

What happens if someone else has my eyes, and they start looking at stuff I don't like? I don't like the idea of that.