"You realize that would fulfil your purpose in life? A little black box that emits some strange and random noise every time you hit the button. Weird noises interspersed with the occasional pithy saying. You know- every eight squeaks, a repeatable pithy comment."

"I'm looking at it right now- my third eye. My third eye sees it. Or is it my fifth eye. I never can remember. See I've got eyes in the back of my head. But that's eyes plural, so it might be my eight eye. BUt they eighth eye isn't a very fortunous eye, so it must have been my ninth or eleventh eye."

"Arg, the hippies are singing and beating drums. Dammit!"

"Why are you beeping?"
"I'm beeping?"

"Are you mashing the buttons against your forehead again?"
"...no."
"Mmm. You sure?"