In order to become a big-league manager you have to be in the right place at the right time. That's rule number one.

Stick a fork in him. He's done.

I believe in rules. Sure I do. If there weren't any rules, how could you break them?

It's possible to spend money anywhere in the world if you put your mind to it, something I proved conclusively by running up huge debts in Cincinnati.

I made a game effort to argue but two things were against me: the umpires and the rules.

God watches over drunks and third baseman.

If you don't win, you're going to be fired. If you do win, you've only put off the day you're going to be fired.