Speak to me only in Science Fiction

Who you gonna call?

What, are THEY still in business?

They’ll sell you anything. Well, not anything–that would be Jackson’s Whole.

We have an excess of manliness in the comm center right now.

I would never take advantage of a sexually immature species. You can assure him that’s the truth, can’t you?

You masturbate more than anyone on the planet.

Sex and death - two things that come once in a lifetime… but at least after death, you’re not nauseous.

You can’t control life and death!

“All right. He’s dead. Go ahead and talk to him”

You mean I have to die to discuss your insights on death?

Those would have been terrible last words.

You are right, I have always known about man. From the evidence, I believe his wisdom must walk hand and hand with his idiocy. His emotions must rule his brain. He must be a warlike creature who gives battle to everything around him, even himself.

Come on, it’s like you’re saying that science killed God. What if science simply revealed that He never existed in the first place?

It isn’t rocket science. It’s just quantum physics.

Did you remember to carry the bum?

A man is the sum of his memories, you know? A Time Lord even more so.

I walked out the door. There’s no memory left.

How were you able to determine that?

That’s assuming one tribble, multiplying with an average litter of 10, producing a new generation every 12 hours over a period of three days.

Congratulate him on his scientific insight.