While I was walking I passed these two guys that were unloading this big Christmas tree off a truck. One guy, kept saying to the other guy, 'Hold the sonunvabitch up! Hold it up, for Chrissake!' It certainly was a gorgeous way to talk about a Christmas tree.

That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any.

Some of my best friedns are children. In fact, all of my best friends are children.

This is God's universe, buddy, not yours, and he has the final say about what's ego and what isn't.

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

I live alone (but catless, I'd like everybody to know).

God, I wish you could have been there.