We got to roll with the punches, play all of our hunches, make the best of whatever comes your way. Forget that blind ambition, learn to trust your intuition - plowing straight ahead, come what may.

My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus. It's that kind of morning.

Elvis was the only man from Northeast Mississippi who could shake his hips and still be loved by rednecks, cops, and hippies.

I've got a Caribbean soul I can barely control, and some Texas hidden here in my heart!

We're wanted men, we'll strike again, but first let's have a beer.

You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor, but he's a little smart for you to fool.

Yeah. I wouldn't do it if it wasn't fun... We're showing people how, in a pretty crazy and whacked-out, dangerous world, you can still have fun.