Doctor Einstein, I presume.

He's feeling relatively better. He's not a quick as the speed of light.

It's probably not Albert Brooks.

A time for everything under the sun.

Except for being trapped in an eighty-thousand ton petri dish.

The voluntary quarantine cruise.

Fired for cause.

Sorry, Reynolds, but you're taking the rap.

At least he can feel safe in the unemployment office.

Solemn occasons.

Meals on wheels, the old-fashion way.

Hate to eat and run.

Hot diggity dog diggity.

Don't overfish those dogfish.

Roll over and play dead.

Making an ash of itself.

In the long run, everyone will be like those early humans.

Extinct.

How not to be bored.

It's a public service that they are doing.

Time put to the best possible use.