When my son was murdered people asked me how I felt about God and what had happened to my son. I said "no, you can't go there. You have to understand that there is a devil and he works 24/7. Whoever murdered our son was with the devil."

Every father says the same thing: “Where's your mother?”

These people marched and were hit in the face with rocks to get an education and now we've got these knuckleheads walking round.

I use the exercise room early, because I don't want to get on the treadmill and everyone's going 'Oh, Bill Cosby,' and then they come around to see how fast I'm walking, and it becomes very competitive.

My mother was an authority on pig sties. This is the worst looking pigsty I have ever seen in my life, and I want it cleaned up right now.

I don't wear no condom and I don't plan for no kids.

Zip zop wop boopity bop.