In real life, Keaton believes in God. But she also believes that the radio works because there are tiny people inside it.

The food here is terrible, and the portions are too small.

With me; it's just a genetic dissatisfaction with everything.

At the trial Stubbs chose to act as his own lawyer, but a conflict over his fee led to ill feelings.

I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.

I don't get depressed; I grow a tumor instead.

I'm a teleological, existential agnostic.