Sometimes, science is a lot more art than science. A lot of people don’t get that.

I don’t like your unemployed genes in my grandchildren, Jerry, but life is made of little concessions.

I’m sorry, but your opinion means very little to me.

Nothing you do matters. Your existence is a lie.

I’m not looking for a judgment. Just a yes or no.

I’m not arguing. I’m explaining why I’m right.

Roses are dead, love is fake, weddings are basically funerals with cake.