Monkeys who very sensibly refrain from speech, lest they should be set to earn their livings.
A blindfolded monkey throwing darts at a newspaper's financial pages could select a portfolio that would do just as well as one carefully selected by experts.
There are any number of things that survive great, and don't need any kind of consciousness, so why bother going through all the trouble of evolving monkeys that don't run very well or climb very fast or have particularly sharp teeth, but have big heads.
A misfit like me getting anywhere in Hollywood as I somehow have, seemed, certainly at the time of 'Spanking The Monkey,' kind of out of reach, or not a very realistic take.
I want you to recognize that I'm a proud monkey. . .
Watch them clamber, these swift monkeys! They clamber over one another and thus drag one another into the mud and the depth. They all want to get to the throne: that is their madness — as if happiness sat on the throne. Often, mud sits on the throne — and often the throne also on mud. Mad they all appear to me, clambering monkeys and overardent. Foul smells their idol, the cold monster: foul, they smell to me altogether, these idolators.
In the beginning, a monkey evolutioned gay marriage.
If living on fruits and water is of superior merit, monkeys and fish will go to heaven before men.
My belief is that science is to wreck us, and that we are like monkeys monkeying with a loaded shell; we don't in the least know or care where our practically infinite energies come from or will bring us to.
I have a toy poodle, Shadow. She's a little whippersnapper! And I love little monkeys.
I saw a monkey walking on a leash and thought it was an ugly foreign child.
Year by year, the monkey's mask reveals the monkey
Southerners ask intimate questions in the way monkeys groom each other for lice, not to pry but to make you feel cared for.
Why should I question the monkey when I can question the organ grinder.
We find ourselves more taken with the running up and down, the games, and puerile simplicities of our children, than we do, afterward, with their most complete actions; as if we had loved them for our sport, like monkeys, and not as men.
Welcome back, my cheeky wee monkeys.
Keep your sense of humor. As General Joe Stillwell said, 'The higher a monkey climbs, the more you see of his behind'.
No monkey ever reheated a frozen burrito.
One monkey don't stop no show. Not one, not six. The struggle continues.
God likes a little humor, as is evidence by the fact that he made the monkeys, the parrot -- and some of you people.