Now sometimes I don't know if I feel well. Because I've been in my body for years.

We are always making more and more stuff in the world. You know; big buildings, big planes, big boats and that. Will we ever get to a point where all this is too heavy for the world to handle?

How would I know which one I was?

At what point is a wasp ever going to have a chat with a spider?

So you're sayin that it's easy to send somat up to space, but you don't believe there's a little banana machine?

If you go away with, you know, a girlfriend, wife, whatever, you have an argument on holiday because you're not used to spending that much time with people.

It would be spiteful to put a Jellyfish in a trifle.