ouch, an egg!

What, you egg? [stabs him]

Egg is ego, and bird is the liberated Self.

I said you LOOKED like an egg, Sir. And some eggs are very pretty, you know.

This guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, Doc, my brother’s crazy. He thinks he’s a chicken. The doctor says, Well, why don’t you turn him in? And the guy says, I would but I need the eggs. Well I guess that’s pretty much how I feel about relationships. You know they’re totally irrational and crazy and absurd but I guess we keep going through it because, uh, most of us need the eggs.

wonder what day god created the egg' 'how should we know? we should not question. our stay on earth is not for long. let us rejoice and believe and give thanks'. 'eat a egg

Life is a egg you have to be patient and carefull with it or it will brake

A chicken is the egg’s way of making more eggs.

The chicken is only an egg’s way for making another egg.

In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg.
Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?

So familiar are eggs to us, however, that in the eighteenth century they were referred to as <i>cackling farts</i>, on the basis that chickens cackled all the time and eggs came out of the back of them.

It reminds me of that old joke- you know, a guy walks into a psychiatrist's office and says, hey doc, my brother's crazy! He thinks he's a chicken. Then the doc says, why don't you turn him in? Then the guy says, I would but I need the eggs. I guess that's how I feel about relationships. They're totally crazy, irrational, and absurd, but we keep going through it because we need the eggs.

"My Chicken can do a special trick!

"And what is that?"

She can lay an egg!

"And what's so special about THAT?!"

Well, Can YOU lay an egg?"

Was that you or the duck?