Q: Just because the old testament said no Shell-Fish doesn't mean I can't have it! I'm a Congressman, damnit!
A: I find your rationality to be highly irrational.
Q: Where are you going with that Chainsaw?
A: I would say that the math is beyond your ability to comprehend and the concept would escape you, but I find myself in the same boat.
Q: Where did this invoice authorizing a million pounds of Spam come from?
Q: What do you mean my new Cheese-In-a-Can tastes like feet?
A: This is how it begins, with lots of "ooohs" and "awwwws." But later there will screaming. And Running. Lot's of Running.
Q: This obsession with the Madagascar films is getting insane.
A: Just so you know, when you die, I'm going to be driving a stake through your heart at the funeral to make sure you are really dead.
Q: You say your TARDIS fell through a rift in time and now you're trapped in another dimension?
A: No, I don't think they had Wookies in mind when they designed it.
Q: Why are you spray painting my name on the front of that train?
A: You find yourself in a twenty-foot by twenty-foot room. There are doors to your left and right. Across from you, an orc guards a treasure chest.
Q: Said the Companion to the Doctor:
A: I just wish the lowest bidder was able to get it right. I designed the navigation system utilizing software for an optical mouse while suffering from insomnia a few weeks ago.
Q: Didn't there used to be a plane on the tarmac? And what's with the flaming pile of wreckage over there?
A: I meant a machine gun you twit. Please remove your Mr. Spock doll from the Potato Gun.