Coming into Los Angeles, bringing in a couple of keys. Don't touch my bags, if you please Mr. Customs man.

The New York State Freeway's closed, man. Far out!

I'd rather have friends who care than friends who agree with me.

If readers understand that they do not understand what they are reading then they must possess an understanding which is superior to the meaning which caused that misunderstanding.

We had a great time on the bench talking about crime, mother-stabbin', father raping, all kinds of groovy things.

You get people talking about being worried about their art, and dances... their culture being wiped out or taken over, and yet these same people are taking advantage of their people to use them as cheap labour.

But think of the last guy. For one minute, think of the last guy. Nobodys got it worse than that guy. Nobody in the whole world.