The earth is a used Kleenex on the universe's nightstand.
-“Say no more,” Leif interrupted. “I understand. I will simply have to kill them all myself. ” -"There he goes again. I’m telling you, Danny Elfman would love to get hold of those lines. " -"Not John Williams?" -"If you’ve got some hopelessly overmatched heroes fighting evil and some Imperial types marching, John Williams is your guy. You need a song to make people reach for a box of Kleenex, talk to Randy Newman. But if you want creepy atmospherics and spine-shivering chords to back up your casual death threats, you gotta bring in Danny Elfman.
But you're so helpless sometimes. It's like watching a kitten with its head trapped in a Kleenex box.
If there is no God, who pops up the next Kleenex?
I learned just by going around. I know all about Kleenex factories, and all sorts of things.
How can a nation be called great if its bread tastes like kleenex?