I had a friend who was a clown. When he died, all his friends went to the funeral in one car.

I busted a mirror and got seven years bad luck. But my lawyer thinks he can get me five.

I feel very lucky to make a living from my imagination; I'm very grateful for that. I like that what I do is create. I'm feeling very lucky to have had the career I had. It's gone much longer and bigger than I ever thought it would be.

I changed my headlights the other day. I put in strobe lights instead! Now when I drive at night, it looks like everyone else is standing still.

I saw a sign: "Rest Area 25 Miles". That's pretty big. Some people must be really tired.

When I die, I'm leaving my body to science fiction.

Why buy a product that it takes 2000 flushes to get rid of?