This isn't a particularly novel observation, but the world is full of people who think they can manipulate the lives of others merely by getting a law passed.

I'm not going to pay good money to join a club that lets in people like me.

Either he's dead or my watch has stopped.

Bel Air, I am convinced, was laid out by some diabolic sadist who deliberately decided not to use a compass or a surveyor.

Money frees you from doing things you dislike. Since I dislike doing nearly everything, money is handy.

Oh, why can't we break away from all this, just you and I, and lodge with my fleas in the hills? I mean flee to my lodge in the hills.

If I held you any closer I would be on the other side of you.