What is so fascinating about sitting around watching a bunch of pituitary cases stuff a ball through a hoop?

The study of economy usually shows us that the best time for purchase was last year.

If my films make one more person miserable, I'll feel I have done my job.

My mind can never know my body, although it has become quite friendly with my legs.

Isn't all mankind ultimately executed for a crime it never committed?

My wife is immature. Whenever I take a bath, she sinks my boats.

If I just got up in the morning and had no place to go and was retired or something, I would be sitting there and be thinking, "Gee, what is the purpose of life? Why are we all finite? Why do we get old and die? Is there nothing out there? Why is it so tragic? Why do our loved ones perish? Why do we generate?" Who wants to think about that stuff?