Johnny", responds his dad, " I neither know nor care." Edit: granma grammar.
The big hand touches the little hand.
You find M&M shells all over the kitchen floor.
Data!
Mufasa!
They don't care, as long as they do it better than people from Devon.
Who cares.
It doesn't matter how many. They just compliment it and get mad when it won't screw. Edit: Credits to Drougen for making it better.
Because they make up an awful lot of stuff. EDIT: Because I forgot about neutrinos.
The waiter responds, "The backstroke."
I don't know and I don't care.
His parents weren't 18 or older.
I don't know and I don't care!