Boom, crush. Night, losers. Winning, duh.

You can't criticize Bob Dylan's singing. You have to respect Billy Joel as a brilliant poet. You can't tell me there's a better rock band ever than Led Zeppelin. And if you speak during the Eagles' "Last Resort," we're done. I'm just asking for seven minutes. This stuff really matters, you know.

Women are not to be hit. They're to be hugged and caressed.

You’ve read about the goddesses, come on. They’re an international sensation. These are my girlfriends. These are the women that I love that have completed the three parts of my heart.

I'm tired of pretending I'm not special.

People can't figure me out; they can't process me. I don't expect them to. You can't process me with a normal brain.

The truth is for suckers, Johnny Boy!