Well...like, when you're born, you're a little baby, you're wrinkly and stuff, when you get older you sort of morph into a baby again.

If you go away with, you know, a girlfriend, wife, whatever, you have an argument on holiday because you're not used to spending that much time with people.

I'd rather live in a cave with a view of a palace than live in a palace with a view of a cave.

If you’re worrying about the wrinkles on your bollocks I’d say your life’s pretty good

I've got loads of nieces and nephews.

A dog has got human eyes.

It's like there's some unwritten rule that if you're mates, you can say what you want to each other, and you don't really get that annoyed about it.