You can leave in a huff. Or you can leave in a minute and a huff.

You call this a party? The beer is warm, the women cold and I'm hot under the collar.

I have nothing but respect for you -- and not much of that.

I was going to thrash them within an inch of their lives, but I didn't have a tape measure.

I'd like to meet the person who invented sex and see what they're working on now.

Anyone buying this book is going to be out a tidy sum if he is sucked in by the title. I wish I could write a real sexy book that would be barred from the mails. Apparently nothing whets a reader's appetite for literature more than the news that the author has been thrown into a federal pokey for disturbing the libido of millions of Americans.

There's only two things you can start without a plan: a riot and a family, for everything else you need a plan.