"So ... has your generation come up with a name for itself yet?"

"The bad news is you have a condition unknown to medical science. The good news is we're going to name it after you."

"Right about now, global warming doesn't sound so bad."

"I'm being tracked by satellite."

"Bad news: The judge is a cat person."

"So then, Mr. Hotchkiss was all, 'Shall we discuss the new budgetary guideline?' and Ms. Putney was all, 'Perhaps the latest marketing figures will be of interest,' and Mr. Meecham was all, 'I expect to have those figures later today,' and then ..."

"Iceberg dead ahead, captain! Also a seemingly endless stream of books, TV shows, musicals and movies!"

"You know what's cool? We're all born with an automatic $5,000 credit limit!"

"Didn't you get my e-mail?"

"Nobody uses crystal balls anymore!"

"I won't lie to you, folks. This place needs a little work."

"And please, don't let my generation's only contribution to culture be tongue-piercing."

"Guilty!"

"It's just a formality, but I'll also need a lock of your hair for DNA analysis."