— What are you, dying of some wasting disease?
— No, I'm right... I'm right here.
— I know exactly where your body is. What I'm lookin' for is some indication of a brain.

I got a jar of dirt! I got a jar of dirt! And guess what's inside it?

— You know why?
— No.
— Orders. Now, you do know what orders is, right?
— I think I got the concept.
— Orders is orders.
— So I guess no one ever taught you not to use the word you're defining in the definition.

— Have you been sick? You've lost weight.
— Really? Whatever weight I lost, you found, pal.

Lenny, take this to Snow White and the three little chemists; they should have a gander at this.