When I die, I'm leaving my body to science fiction.
I live at the end of a dead end one way street. I don't know how I got there.
Sometimes I... No, I don't.
I laugh all the time - at things, people, stuff, whatever. But, I don't laugh onstage because then it's serious business.
Why don't they make the whole plane out of that black box stuff.
How come Superman could stop bullets with his chest, but always ducked when someone threw a gun at him?