I prefer The Joseph Smiths and their seminal album Caffeine is Murder.

I'll kick your butt! A-a-at Nintendo.

Put a turd on it!

Sorry, I'm a little behind schedule. Are there any seats left?

…analogically?

Yeah, but just 3 upskirts. You better get to work.

…so Clubbers, here's what I did last week: I'm a dad! Holy shit! Oh wait, holy shit. Shit. shit. oh, shit.

Although, Buckwheat is signed on to sing the title song on the OST:

I don't care, just tell me how to get the essential accessory to go with it:

Two Wong Foos don't make a right.

"You wouldn't hit a wreath with glasses, would you?"

I'm actually a chemist, so I understand that the mechanism of uncertainty isn't the same (one observer only being able to measure either velocity or position of a particle, never both vs. multiple observers measuring the same property and obtaining different results), however for the sake of the joke you could say the…

Monsters: "Dey took er [rim] jobs!"

I can't think of a more masochistic activity.

Fittingly to the username, it seems that this situation is a perfect example that perhaps the uncertainty principle can extend to the macroscopic universe; where actual events are heavily subjective to the observer, and multiple observers in the same location (albeit with different vantage points) will all see a…

…afloat in a sea of his own hubris.

You mean Santanic worship isn't all about loving smoothly seductive guitar riffs?

…aka his "gun of gonorrhea"

Hanlet

This wasn't the droid we were looking for.