I don't mean to judge a book by its cover, but that man is all cover and no pages.

You were never burdened with intelligence, but your load seems to be especially light these days.

Enjoy myself? There's a worm in my brain, I'm surrounded by idiots, and all I've got to drink is wine that tastes like vinegar.

Fine, I guess I'll just stay here and eat dirt or whatever.

I am so much more than what you made me.