Everybody's trying to leave their mark on the world. That's why there's graffiti and babies.

I mean if you two were to make love, that would be gay. Two men touching each other physically and emotionally...erotically caressing each other...on the hood of a car...or the back of a movie theater.

Mel: Does Bret's girlfriend look anything like me? Murray: A little, around the eyes. Mel: Oh yeah? Big eyes huh? Murray: Well... she's got eyes.

Mel: What was your name again? Rain: Rain. Mel: Oh that's nice. Kind of like bad weather.

I think growing up on a farm in a certain amount of isolation, with not a lot of friends nearby, makes you entertain yourself and kind of grows your imagination - being alone is quite good for all that. You make up stories, talk to the animals, let them be an audience, a bunch of cows.

As you can see, I speak many languages, including the language of sex.

Turkeys are peacocks that have really let themselves go.