The original is about eleven times sexier, and when Tommy makes his amazing slo-mo diving catch at the end of the film, you can see a special glint in his eye that says, "This egg is the crystallized brain of L. Ron Hubbard, and one day, I too will have my brain turned into a glass egg for others to put on their mantle and enjoy."
As a non-Clear, I will have to make do with a "stunning" knock-off.
I'm picturing the 2009 version with some Baker barrel chairs in white ostrich, a giant Franz Klein on the wall, and a pantsless Nicolas Ghesquiere breath-polishing it to a perfect shine. Alternately, you/I could use it to hold up your/my well-thumbed collection Sookie Stackhouse novels, with an unopened copy of Heidegger's An Introduction to Metaphysics thrown in to impress your/my internet dates.
In reality though, I would probably just pretend I was Edie from Out of this World, and use it to talk to the disembodied voice of my alien father.
See? It has so many uses! Thanks, Egg!