I am available for children's parties, by the way.

Rock stars against drugs--that's what we want, isn't it? Government-approved rock-n-roll? Woo! We're partying now!

You're not a human till you're in my phone book. There. My hat is now in the political ring.

Women priests. Great, great. Now there's priests of both sexes I don't listen to.

I've had seven balls of light come off a UFO...explain to me telepathically we are all one and there's no such thing as death.

Okay, I got one word to ask you, a one word question, ready?

That's starting to depress me about UFOs. The fact that they cross galaxies...and always end up in places like Fyfe, Alabama.