I'm not wearing a golden sombrero.

I'm 0 for 3 with marriage - the scoreboard doesn't lie, never has. So what we all have is a marriage of the heart. To sully or contaminate or radically disrespect this union with a shameful contract is something that I will leave to the amateurs and the Bible grippers.

I'm an F-18, bro, and I will destroy you in the air and deploy my ordnance to the ground.

You can't cure your own cancer, obviously, especially if it's late stage.

Touch my children and I will eat your hands off your freakin arms.

But you can't focus on things that matter if all you've been is asleep for forty years. Funny how sleep rhymes with sheep. You know.

I'll hear a song I love and suddenly I'm isolated from everything around me just for a nanosecond. That's a moment between a moment.