An infinite number of mathematicians walk into a bar.

The first orders a beer. The second orders half of a beer. The third a quarter. The fourth an eighth.

After a few more orders, the bar tender holds up his hand to stop the mathematicians. He pours up two beers and puts them on the bar and says, "If you are going to drink, you have to learn your limits."

An infinite number of physicists walk into a bar, the concentration of mass causes a black hole and everyone dies.

An analyst completes a write up on his coverage universe and passes it along to his boss for review.

Boss: It has been said that an infinite number of monkeys with keyboards, given an infinite amount of time, would evenutally reproduce the works of Shakespeare.
Analyst: So do you think my work is comparable to the Bard's or only reproducible with infinite resources?
Boss: No, 10 monkeys, 15 minutes.