Reverend Smith, he recognized me and punched me in the nose.

Stick a needle in your arm, you bite the dust, you buy the farm.

I liked Jim Morrison a lot as a person. He was this very poetic character, and death was always on his mind. And it showed up in his songs - I mean, almost every song he wrote had something to do with dying. He was an American treasure that went way too soon.

She wears high tech Devo suit, she changed her name to Xerox, she hides quaaludes in her boots.

The hippies wanted peace and love. We wanted Ferraris, blondes and switchblades.

It used to be said: As GM goes, so goes America. Now it's: As Starbucks goes, so goes America.

Some maniac butcher is trying to hack away your balls.