If I were alone with my clone, and we were enjoying each others' solitude, I'd have finally have met a man with whom I could hold a conversation consisting entirely of the repetitive response, "Yes, I agree!

“A brick could be used as a device to deliver bad news. Sometimes it's better to…”

“My uncle just dropped in to see me, but his parachute didn't open up. So now we…”

“Lie to me. Just to console my soul.”

“I love like a lawnmower in the desert. I love like a solar-powered lunar vehicl…”