“Gratuity’ in written Boovish has seventeen different bubbles that all have to be the right size and in the right place.”

They can’t expect anyone to actually pay for a shirt that says, ‘I (picture of an elephant) the San Diego Zoo.’ What does that even mean?

We found the bathrooms, which were labeled ‘Aliens’ and ‘Femaliens.’ ‘Finally,’ I said to J.Lo. ‘Here’s a bathroom you’re allowed to use.

You can do terrible things when you don’t know who you are.

I’ve been punched by a vampire, an Indian girl, and a panda… I should be a video game.

What part of Canada are you from, honey?” “THE LEFT PART,” said Jay.

…Almost everything inside was filled with sugar, cheese, and weight-loss tips.

J.Lo’ in written English only has three letters, and you still spelled it ‘M-smiley face-pound sign.

The Boov frowned. ‘Everybodies always is wanting to make a clone for to doing their work.

Then it suddenly and theatrically began to clean itself in the way cats do when they want you to know what a big deal you aren’t.

Get off of the car,’ J.Lo huffed. ‘I am an English superstar.’ Uh-uh. There’s no comparison. ‘

YOU have no room to laugh, that’s all. I’m not doing any worse with Boovish than you did with English.’

Can I see some ID?” “WE DON’T HAVE ID,” said Jay, loudly. “‘CAUSE WE’RE CANADIAN. WE DON’T USE ID…THERE. AND THAT’S WHY WE LOOK SO YOUNG. ‘CAUSE WE’RE CANADIAN.”

Wherefor are you knowing it? If you stacked all of the Gorg in the galaxy on top of eachother, the Gorg would kill you.

I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with … G.” “Sausages.

[J.Lo] found us a police car. Sort of. ‘It’s not a police car,’ I said. ‘It is,’ said J.Lo. ‘Looknow. Lights for flashing.’ ‘That’s true.’ ‘Writing on the sides.’ ‘Yeah, but the writing? It says ”BullShake Party Patrol.” Yes. Whatnow?

Magic likes a good tragedy, too.

If you want to do the work of God, pay attention to people. Notice them. Especially the people nobody else notices.

Little men are dissolved in it. If there is any gold, truth makes it shine more brightly. . . .

Take two kids in competition for their parents’ love and attention.

And yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret

Great deeds give choice of many tales. Choose a slight tale, enrich it large, and then let wise men listen.

The modern woman is the curse of the universe. A disaster, that’s what.

In every shoot, between the actor and the director there is manipulation.

We have another obligation to our children, and that is to affirm their “rightness.”