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

I would like to be known as someone who was really sweet but also knowledgeable in all areas of life.

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

Sarcasm doesn't read sarcastic in print.

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.

At first the kid kicking the back of my airplane seat was enraging. Then I imagined it was a broken massage chair and I kinda liked it.

A kiss is like a fight, with mouths.