Jazz isn't what you do; it's how you do it.

Grab your pig's feet, bread, and gin, there's plenty in the kitchen. I wonder what the poor people are eating tonight?

This is so nice, it must be illegal.

I was playing organ at a silent movie house at Harlem and they'd be showing some death scene on the screen. Likely as not, I'd grab a bottle and start swingin' out on 'Squeeze Me' or 'Royal Garden Blues'. The managers complained but, heck, they couldn't stop me!

If you don't know what it is, don't mess with it.

One never knows, do one?

So easy, when you know how.