Ninety percent of the trouble in this world comes from guys who think they have something to prove.

You do not know me, but I am a juvenile delinquent. I do not trust authority figures, I probably will not graduate from high school, and statistics say my present rowdiness and vandalism will likely lead to more serious crimes. I am a dangerous fellow, and I am causing mayhem in this store. [...] There. I have now shamelessly destroyed the symmetry of this shelf, undoing hours of labor by underpaid store employees. If you could see me, you would be frightened.

Oh, it's just a trash can. Chill out." (Marco) BAM! BAM! BAM! "Okay, so it's four trash cans," (Marco) " BAM! BAM! BAM! "Do you hate trash cans? Is that your problem? Do you just HATE TRASH CANS?!!" (Jake)

Homework, I have discovered, involves a sharp pencil and thick books and long sighs.

Is there anything sweeter than the touch of another as she pulls a dead bug from your fur?

With enough time, you can get used to almost anything.

Human humour often consists of pretending to wish something does not really wish.