Pham: Does your wife cook? Demma: Not much, I cook most of the food. Pham: I don't cook... I am the man.
//Student sees Demma carrying wilted flowers in hallway Student: Demma, what are those from? //Demma pauses to study flowers and contemplate an answer Demma: OVARIES! //Demma walks out without explaining
Amir: I wonder what God's sperm would look like under a microscope
Demma: So this is not only the smog that hovers over LA all the time, but it's also the stuff that they use to make Viagra. Class: What? Really. Demma: Sure! It makes leaky capillaries. [Demma proceeds to explain very graphically how a medicine that makes capillaries slightly leaky would make a good erectile dysfunction medication] See, they gave it to a bunch of old guys during medical testing. And then they wouldn't bring their leftovers back because it was like, 'DING, erection time!' And this was a nightmare for the old ladies, because they were glad that they didn't have to pretend enjoying fucking these old farts... now anyway, what was I talking about?"
//signing letters to potential robotics sponsors Boettcher: Mr. Demma?! I cannot in good conscience sign this. He's too irresponsible.
Demma: You should come over some time and we can have squirrelwiches!
The first on the list of my 10 top life lessons: Don't practice your boomerang technique at the intersection of two major highways. ~Demma
Demma: If the duodenum had a facebook, these would be its friends...
Mr. Demma: Electron microscopes... they just suck. I mean it's like throwing rocks at an indigenous tribe and then trying to observe them.
Demma: Yeah, I totally introduce myself like "Hi, my name is Charlie and my brain is really wrinkled." You know why I use that line? 'Cause it weeds out anyone who is even a little bit normal.