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.

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

You don't need spirituality to discover the troubles that come your way. But, it's good to know that troubles are not unique to you alone.

There's only one God. Call him whatever you want

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

I don't want a pickle, I just want ride on my motorcikle. I don't want to die, I just want a ride on my motorcy........cle.

I don't want a pickle, just want to ride on my motorsickle