"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.
"What to do if you find yourself stuck in a crack in the ground underneath a giant boulder you can't move, with no hope of rescue. Consider how lucky you are that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn't been good to you so far, which given your current circumstances seems more likely, consider how lucky you are that it won't be troubling you much longer."
"OK, so here we are at Day One, with everyone trying to figure out how to make this dead inside former pop diva come to life on a stage in a town that has gifted the world with 300,000 performances of Wayne Newton doing 'Danke Schoen.' Holy crap. These guys would have better luck getting Fiona Apple to duet onstage in a song about abortion rights with Sarah Palin in front of a room filled with Baptist preachers."