You know, I'm the only one in this family who has no problems, . . . And you know why? Because any time I'm feeling blue, or puzzled , what I do, I just invite a few people to come visit me in the bathroom, and--well, we iron things out together, that's all.

The connection was so bad, and I couldn’t talk at all during most of the call. How terrible it is when you say I love you and the person at the other end shouts back ‘What?

I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It’s disgusting.

All morons hate it when you call them a moron.

I wouldn't exactly describe her as strictly beautiful. She knocked me out, though.

If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.

We don't talk, we hold forth. We don't converse, we expound.