My brain? That's my second favorite organ.

These modern analysts! They charge so much. In my day, for five marks Freud himself would treat you. For ten marks, he would treat you and press your pants. For fifteen marks, Freud would let you treat him, and that included a choice of any two vegetables. Thirty dollars an hour! Fifty dollars an hour! The Kaiser only got twelve and a quarter for being Kaiser! And he had to walk to work! And the length of treatment! Two years! Five years! If one of us couldn’t cure a patient in six months we would refund his money, take him to any musical revue and he would receive either a mahogany fruit bowl or a set of stainless steel carving knives. I remember you could always tell the patients Jung failed with, as he would give them large stuffed pandas.

It is impossible to travel faster than light, and certainly not desirable, as one’s hat keeps blowing off.

– Но разве не говорит это, Господи, о моей любви к Тебе, что я готов принести в жертву сына, единственного моего, по единому капризу Твоему?
И отвечал ему Господь:
– Это говорит о том, что есть на свете люди, которые готовы исполнить самое идиотское приказание, если оно произнесено хорошо поставленным голосом с сильной реверберацией.

I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer.

I love nature, I just don't want to get any of it on me.