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.
If you can make it there, you'll make it anywhere; it's up to you, New York, New York.
The big lesson in life, baby, is never be scared of anyone or anything.
I'm for whatever gets you through the night
The best is yet to come and won't that be fine.
Take a deep breath, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.