I saw what's going on under my chin. I don't want to be the one the President has to pardon on Thanksgiving.
Emotional troubles are like landfill. Get them outside, and the air disintegrates them.
Run scared ... and they never catch you.
She's so pure, Moses couldn't even part her knees.
I want to be buried in a Valentino gown and I want Harry Winston to make me a toe tag.
I've learned to have absolutely no regrets about any jokes I've ever done. You can tune me out, you can click me off, it's OK. I am not going to bow to political correctness.