I finally found out how priests get holy water. They boil the hell out of it.
My perfect last meal would be: shrimp cocktail, lasagna, steak, creamed spinach, salad with bleu cheese dressing, onion rings, garlic bread, and a dessert of strawberry shortcake.
Diets, like clothes, should be tailored to you.
I think it's time they knew the truth about Beethoven.
It's so long since I've had sex I've forgotten who ties up who.
I think actual death will be a lot easier than dying on stage. Cause - you know - if you do [actual death] right, you can go looking good. Maybe with a little quip [like]: 'I loved everybody.' But dying on stage...Oh, God!