The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.
And empty words are evil.
I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.
Canada? Why would I want to leave America just to visit America, Jr.?
I've always wondered if there was a God. And now I know there is -- and it's me.
I'm like that guy who single-handedly built the rocket and flew to the moon. What was his name? Apollo Creed?