Q: Why?
A: I don't know, baby. I don't know.
Perhaps this is God's way of saying f*** you to the old man. Perhaps this bout of inconceivable tragedy must be exprienced in order to truly reap in the bountiful goods life has to offer in the future. "Nothing is good without respect," to roughly paraphrase Portia. Word to your mother on that one.
Q: Why Not?
A: Beats me, I'm a fun girl.
Q: What is the Meaning of Life?
A: According to Douglas Adams (and everything should be), 42.
According to my biochemistry book, "Life is just a complex series of chemical reactions."
Q: What is the air-speed velocity of an unleaden swallow?
A: What do you mean? African or European?
Q: What is it about me that isn't her?
A: Everything. (hushed whisper): Everything.
Q: Look, I'd love to just sit and talk with you. Would you like to get a cup of coffee?
A: The answer to this question is dependent upon how attractive I find you personally.
Q: I don't get it. People always say that people who play D&D are pathetic geeks with no friends, but in reality you need a lot of friends to play D&D.
A: That wasn't a question. But to exploit my perfect-comeback-thought-up-too-late, "But your friends are pathetic geeks."