At least two! The other one is called [more inside]!

;)

Or, famous. Everything can't be the most famous. World's Most Famous Beach, Most famous chili dog, etc.

I wonder who does sell the most famous chili dog. I am not aware of a famous chili dog.

I never say "the next level". I do say, "kick it up a notch", which is probably equally as annoying.

Cincinnati's Skyline Chili makes a pretty famous chili dog. Or, for the New Yorkers, there's also Nathan's Famous.

I'm taking things to the previous level, cuz I'm retro like that.

We now return you to your previously scheduled level, already in progress.

How many levels are there anyway?

11.

There are many levels but they are all turtles all the way down.

My criteria for "World Famous" is this:

If it's a restaurant, at least one person from at least three U.N. member countries must have eaten there and liked it. Papers must be signed. Photographs must be taken. None of this "Oh, this is my cousin Hildebarge visiting from Austria. He'll just have the water" crap being enough to put World Famous on the sign out front.

Oh, and if one of the eaters dies, you have to find a replacement. Sorry, them's the rules. All three have to be LIVING. And you must provide documentation. We need to call Hildebarge and Dmitry and Unte and verify this.

Lastly, if you're "World Famous since the turn of the century," consider modifying your sign, dammit!

Also, everything is "key" now and nothing is "the key". These are some really crummy locks that so many different keys can open.

Levels always depend on the designers. Too many gets monotonous, but if you know the cheat codes you can level-jump and sometimes access the levels that were left out, or only for the dev's.
Depending on what game you're playing, you'll probably be stripped of weapons as well, so you'd better get that cheat too.
Then, armed with the chaingun and rocket launcher you can turn to the person and say, "Welcome to the next level. Did I mention it's deathmatch?" *boom* /taunt

When I was going to rave-y type events (before America squashed them), I used to enjoy asking particularly spaced-out looking people what level we were on. Or say things like "I'm pretty sure [the DJ] just took it to the next level. We're on 7, right?".

Also, a comment on superlatives.

Also, what's all this about being "on the same page"? What page? Just gimme a freakin' page number already, and I'll turn to it, otherwise shut the hell up. Life isn't a damn book. Heck, even if it were, I wouldn't even know what book we were talking about here. And I'm sure everyone would disagree on which book it was anyway, so there ain't no damn "same page". Spice of life is we're all on different pages. Fascist.

Hellbient is right. We're all on different pages.

And I don't want to be Mr. or Ms On Any Levvil.

The Hoff takes underwear to the next level

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How many levels are there anyway? Oy. I just heard another person say they're going to take (a thing) to "the next level."

Especially, though not necessarilly, if you heard this in a cubicle farm, I should remind you that (as Dante reminds us) there are nine levels in Hell.

In your case, however, that to which the speaker was referring may be best determined by asking him/her how many levels exist in his/her favorite video game.

/snooty tone.

Addendum/P.S.:

AAAAARGH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Doohickie, NOT THE ETERNAL HOFF !!

[Okay, NOW /snooty tone (e.g. "addendum") .]

Post post scriptum: Isn't eerie how much the "little Hoff" looks like the Hoff's penis, at least until it grows large and takes his place?

I think that's the point, shane, regarding "Little Hoff".

And there's only one level. This one. No more, no less.

My favorite corporate-speak phrase: drinking the kool-aid.

Because it's usually meant to refer to the kind of collective "thinking" that engenders corporate-speak in the first place.

It's sort of the opposite of "thinking out of the box" (vs. outside of the box) -- which, taken literally, means exactly the opposite of what most people take it/use it to mean.

Wow, it is indeed getting weirdly Hoffish in here, isn't it . . . ?

Don't you remember Level 42? I don't think there was a 'next level' after that.