Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush.

You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME! Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or as I've always known him: Jeff. I am the last of my species, and I know how that weighs on the heart so don't lie to me! I hate yogurt. It's just stuff with bits…

I hear the jury’s still out on science.

I've opened a door here that I regret. Well, what do you expect, mother? I don't understand the question, and I won't respond to it. Across from where? There's only one man I've ever called a coward, and that's Brian Doyle Murray. No, what I'm calling you is a television actor. He'll want to use…