Wellity wellity well.
The name's Waffles, Agent Waffles.
Cats fly.
Squirrel's are the best pastry chef's in this world and the next.
Dogs are just a conspiracy.
Aliens and Robots walk among us. They're peaceful... So far.
Candy cheats at Pazaak, Mad has hearts for Bao-Dur and Kreia sleeps with vibroblades.
HK, what's love?
Definition: Love is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope. Love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticle, and together, achieving a singular purpose against statistically long odds.
Red Crayons aren't evil, it is all an illusion.
Kreia thinks Exile is beautiful, because in her, she see's the end of all that she abhors. The death of the Force.
We're not always lucky enough, to find what we want in the dirt and the dust... Every star is just a drop in the stich proving we're not ready yet.
Commander Blue: Ow my nose! I'm bleeding, My perfect looks! NOOO! Its like throwing red paint on the Mona Lisa! How could you!
Krillen: This guy is strange.
Commander Blue:... *sulks*

I hope someone picks you up and shows you what you really mean