Mr. Braddock: Ben, this whole idea sounds pretty half-baked.
Benjamin: Oh, it's not. It's completely baked.
You can't expect me to spend 3 minutes of my life reading a convoluted mess of a dialog, only to have no punch line.
A joke doesn't need to have a punch line. Witness:
A teenage boy is getting ready to take his girlfriend to the prom. First he goes to rent a tux, but there’s a long tux line at the shop and it takes forever.
Next, he has to get some flowers, so he heads over to the florist and there’s a huge flower line there. He waits forever but eventually gets the flowers.
Then he heads out to rent a limo. Unfortunately, there’s a large limo line at the rental office, but he’s patient and gets the job done.
Finally, the day of the prom comes. The two are dancing happily and his girlfriend is having a great time. When the song is over, she asks him to get her some punch, so he heads over to the punch table and there’s no punchline.
You are all cows. In space, no one can hear you moo. MOOOOOOOOOOO! MOOOOOOOOO! Moo cows MOOOOOOOO! Moo say the cows. YOU COWS!!
You're a pal and a cosmonaut.
Because doctors never fuck up, do they? Explain that to the half million American hurt and the quartet million killed every year by medical negligence.
But I am comfortably numb.
"It will take a full 16 months for New Horizons to transmit all the data it collects."
What, does NASA use Comcast?
There are 10 types of people in this world. You are not either of them.
Living on Earth may be expensive, but it includes an annual free trip around the Sun.