I only made $200 a week and I had to buy my own bullets.
Modesty is the artifice of actors, similar to passion in call girls.
Our dreams are firsthand creations, rather than residues of waking life. We have the capacity for infinite creativity; at least while dreaming, we partake of the power of the Spirit, the infinite Godhead that creates the cosmos.
Modesty in an actor is as fake as passion in a call girl.
A man must defend his home, his wife, his children, and his martini.
One of these days... One of these days... Pow! Right in the kisser!