And off we go, out onto the highway looking for a little fun. Perhaps a flatbed truck loaded with human cadavers will explode in front of a Star Trek reunion. One can only dream and hope.

Tell people an invisible man in the sky created all things, they believe you. Tell them what you've painted is wet, they have to touch it to believe.

If you love someone set them free. If they come back, set them on fire.

I hope no one asks me to show them the ropes; I have no idea where they are. Maybe I could pull some strings and find out.

There's a thing about cocaine - when I was doing it secretly, it didn't make me very sociable. I forget how others were, but it made me very inner-directed. So being in a sketch and rehearsing and the "hail fellow well met" camaraderie and all that stuff, I couldn't fake that or force that. It was painful.

Number one, one, one on wonderful WINO.

The day after tomorrow is the third day of the rest of your life.