I'd say the best is when I was in Africa, I saw a hippo in a house. Someone had a pet hippo. And they're meant to be one of the most dangerous animals on the planet, and they had one that was sort of just wandering in and out of their house, just sort of roaming about.

You never see an old man eating a Twix

It's weird how me and that insect are miles apart in terms of lifestyle, yet we both like a biscuit.

The poorer people and criminals of Mexico who are not very religious but not quite atheists, either, worship Saint Death.

Be the ugly one, look at the nice one.

That's the problem with having a bald head. It exaggerates the shape.

Happiness is like a cake: have too much of it and you get sick of it.