I'm sorry, man, but I've got magic. I've got poetry in my fingertips. Most of the time - and this includes naps - I'm an F-18, bro. And I will destroy you in the air. I will deploy my ordinance to the ground.

Let's hook up and just bring fiery death.

Sometimes the right choice seems great at the moment, but then suddenly it's as if somebody detonated a suicide bomb.

You can't not be a little different from others and be successful for three decades.

I know that sounds arrogant, but you can't not be special and have a 30-year career.

I'm here and I'm ready. They're not. Bring it.

My success rate is 100 percent. Do the math.