Seven thirty in the morning is too early for a man of my standing.
I want truth. I'm crying out to hear it. I need it like oxygen.
We must remember to enjoy ourselves.
I'm a Taurus, you know. A bull. I belong in a field.
I can't abide small talk.
I like a decent funeral, and God knows in my family we've seen enough of them. Looking through family photographs now is like watching an episode of 'Dad's Army.