You're like a fifth of my boss.
Summer has messed up your hearing, not my grammar.
This is what I'm like when I'm in power-save mode.
I would like to dig and teleport out of jail.
We can just wait for the paint to dry on my hands, then we don't have to worry about the bloody bottle.
You're stuck as a bear now, and I'm a mouse that lives on your head.
"You could have helped the tsunami victims, but instead you systematically eradicated one third of the world."
Listen dude, nobody goes to space camp all the time, okay!
It's not exactly sanctuary when there's an impending screwdriver.
Never read the instructions, that's the moral of that story.