- Clock: [Last Lines] It's out of my hands, I'm only a clock. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine, but eventually, everyone runs out of time!
- Bird: [All are singing] But when did it start?
- Yellow Guy: And when will it stop?
- Clock: Time is important, and I am a clock.
- Red Guy: If we run out of time, then where does it go?
- Yellow Guy: Is time even real, does anyone know?
- Bird: Maybe time's just a construct of human perception, a measurement made to -
- [Clock imitates an alarm clock, growing louder, until Yellow Guy's eardrums literally bleed]
- Clock: [singing] Time is a tool you can put on the wall, or wear it on your wrist. The past is far behind us; the future doesn't exist.
- Yellow Guy: What's the time?
- Clock: It's quarter to nine: time to have a bath.
- Bird: But what do you mean? We're already clean!
- Clock: Scrub scrub scrub, 'til the water's brown.