"That's one of the remarkable things about life. It's never so bad that it can't get worse."
Eli Wallace: Well, this couldn't get much worse.
Nicholas Rush: I'm afraid that's a failure of imagination.
Zexion: Huh? Namine? Sho is a werepire and is attacking you? And Axel doesn't care that you're all gonna get ripped to shreds and eaten. Well at least it can't get any worse.
[Cut to two werepires appearing in front of Namine.]
Once you hit rock bottom, grab a shovel and dig.
Deborah: Then how about if you come up with something that does make sense? And, like, right now? Because I don't see how this could get much worse.
Dexter (in his head): If life teaches us anything, it is to flinch away and role under the furniture whenever anyone is foolish enough to utter those fell words. And sure enough, the dreadful syllables were merely out of Deborah's mouth when the phone on her desk buzzed for her attention, and some small and rather nasty voice whispered in my ear that this would be a great time to wedge myself under the desk in the foetal position.