Everybody's trying to leave their mark on the world. That's why there's graffiti and babies.

Some women were talking about how I put out. And that's just not that case. I don't put out - unless I'm asked very, very politely, and that's not putting out, that's just giving in.

I mean if you two were to make love, that would be gay. Two men touching each other physically and emotionally...erotically caressing each other...on the hood of a car...or the back of a movie theater.

I would imagine that Bret would taste like a warm goat cheese, and Jemaine would taste like harvati with dill. Hmm...I'm hungry actually.

Mel: What was your name again? Rain: Rain. Mel: Oh that's nice. Kind of like bad weather.

Still blows my mind that toilet paper isn't free.

One good thing about being locked in a cage: No responsibility!