For what is a man, what has he got. If not himself, then he has naught.
Don’t hide your scars. They make you who you are
[Answering the phone] Hello, this is a recording, you've dialed the right number, now hang up and don't do it again.
You gotta love livin', baby, 'cause dyin' is a pain in the ass.
Fresh air makes me throw up. I can't handle it. I'd rather be around three Denobili cigars blowing in my face all night.
I'm gonna live till I die.