I'm not wearing a golden sombrero.
The run I was on made Sinatra, Flynn, Jagger, Richards, all of them look like droopy-eyed armless children.
For now, I'm just going to hang out with these two smoking hotties and fly privately around the world. It might be lonely up here, but I sure like the view.
I’m done with the winning cause I’ve already won.
A lot of people think Major League’s called Wild Thing. As they should.
You either love or you hate. You live in the middle, you get nothing.