I gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name comes up he pretends to barf.

Despite everybody who has been born and has died, the world has just gone on. I mean, look at Napoleon -but we went right on. Look at Harpo Marx -the world went around, it didn't stop for a second. It's sad but true. John Kennedy, right?

Don't get up gentlemen. I'm only passing through!

God knows there's a heaven.

Beauty walks a razors edge, someday I'll make it mine.

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade, into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way.

I don't think there's enough guns.