You can feel all the bones in your skull.

You wanna touch it? No, but it's great. Come on, touch it. Okay.

Sadness. You nearly touch a core memory. And when you touch them, we can't change them back.

How would he like to come with me to the Museum of Natural History after everyone else has left, just the two of us, and he can touch anything he wants?

Oh, look at me. I'm going to touch the butt.

We are on our honeymoon. Grab my ass.

So you're saying that I'm touching a stranger's underpants? Yes.

It's just that. I want to, maybe. Hold one. Joy!

You can't just touch a sheep's wool! It's like cotton candy. Stop it!

He has enough toys. I mean, all I wanted to do was touch the life-size barbie.

When did I say that? Upstairs in the bathroom right before you felt up mom.

I do that, too. Sometimes the left hand tries to cop a feel. And I let it.

Ew, this feels very weird. You touch people's eyeballs every day and this feels weird.

Touch it. You can touch it if you want. Do you know what it is? It's a meteorite.

And this is the fun bit. Start by rubbing it onto the top and taking it as far down as possible.

Hey, look. Buildings. That building's so close, I can almost touch it.

Yeah, well, sure I touch them, but I spent years learning not to squish them.

Can I keep the portfolio? Oh, my God, you're killing me. No. Do you just want to feel it?

That's when I touched something furry which I'm telling myself was a damp toupee.

Let me start again. I'm a paleontologist. You'll be there with us, and the touching refers only to bones, fossils!