I went left, he went left. I went right, he went right. I went left again, he went to buy a hot dog.

I had a heart attack for dinner

Three guests check in to a hotel, like we just checked in here. The guy behind the desk says it’s $30, so they each pay ten. Later the clerk realizes he overcharged them: it should have been $25. So he gives the bellboy five bucks to return to the guests. Obviously he can’t divide it equally. He keeps $2 for himself. Gives one dollar back to everyone. So they have all paid nine dollars now, yes?’ Everyone agreed that this was true. ‘And the bellboy has two. So they’ve paid nine times three, twenty-seven. He has two. But we started with thirty. So where is the missing dollar?

I bet a guy at a bar 50 bucks that I was more dysfunctional than he was. He raped me. So I tipped him. I'm very competitive.

I rushed across and started putting such handful of coins into the tin which he held out to me that it almost fell from his hand with the weight. ‘I am only a beggar, young sir, don’t put stones into my bowl'. 'These are not stones but coins. Count them if you wish’. I said. He sat and counted and then recounted sorting out the coins on that tattered cloth. He just could not believe it. He went on counting and feeling the coins. It made me so sad. I ran home in tears.

She pays him in his own coin.

With a tough decision, the act of flipping a coin allows you to figure out which you really prefer, because as the coin is spinning, you find yourself slightly pulling for either heads or tails. No need to follow the coin’s outcome — choose the side your subconscious hoped fate would favor.

He turned the coin over and over and contemplated the only thing unusual about him holding a trinket from a world fallen to ashes - and that was him being around to marvel at the loss. It was supposed to be people who died and cultures that lasted. Now, it was the other way around;

I warrant you, if he danced till doomsday, he thought I was to pay the piper.

Philip looked at me. "I was going to ask you to dinner tonight, but now that I've seen your lunch I guess you won't be hungry.'

The meal is not over when I'm full. The meal is over when I hate myself.

Interviewer: If I gave you fifty dollars, right now, what would you do with it?
David Byrne: I would get something to eat.

We will charge them approximately half of what they are and have been charging us because we are being very kind. This is not full reciprocal. This is kind reciprocal.

310. A Man surprized is half beaten.