There's no rules. Show me the rule book.

Discipline? I don't know the meaning of the word.

Everyone knows that if you've got a brother, you're going to fight.

I suppose I do get sad, but not for too long. I just look in the mirror and go, 'What a f***ing good-looking f*** you are.' And then I brighten up.

I know how to behave but sometimes I can't be bothered.

Yeah, I've mellowed, but not in the sense of liking Radiohead or Coldplay . I don't hate them, I don't wish they had accidents. I think their fans are boring and ugly and don't look like they're having a good time.

I don't like jeans with holes in 'em. I like 'em faded.