Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.

I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.

He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me.

I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.

Who the hell can he be? He's never had V.D.

I'll pour a cup to you my darling, raise it up, say Cheerio.

Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.