People clap when they see you -- their hands over their eyes or ears.

After hearing you talk, I now know that the dead do contact us.

I would like the pleasure of your company, but it only gives me displeasure.

I would say that you are barking up the wrong tree, but that is your natural voice.

The thing that terrifies me the most is that someone might hate me as much as I loathe you.

You started at the bottom -- and it's been downhill ever since.

Who wears your CLEAN clothes?

All of your ancestors must number in the millions; it's hard to believe that many people are to blame for producing you.

You are down to earth, but not quite far down enough.

We know that you would go to the end of the world for us. But would you stay there?