Butch, you come from DeWitt Clinton. There are five thousand brothers in that school. You're the best there. You've been all-city two years in a row. How bad can you be? You come with me and we'll make nice music.

Remember, half the doctors in this country graduated in the bottom half of their class.

It's so ridiculous to see a golfer with a one foot putt and everybody is saying "Shhh" and not moving a muscle. Then we allow nineteen year-old kids to face a game-deciding free throw with seventeen thousand people yelling.

I let ballplayers yell back at me because I wasn't trying to prove I'm boss. I know I'm boss.

That's it. Curtains. Off to the races. Treetops. Seashells and balloons.

There's no one who's dropped on top of the mountain. You've got to work your way to the top.

Live every day as if it were Saturday night.