I'm an occasional drinker, the kind of guy who goes out for a beer and wakes up in Singapore with a full beard.

He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food.

You can't have everything, even in California

Your rat tail is all the fashion now. I prefer a bushy plume, carried straight up. You are Siamese and your ancestors lived in trees. Mine lived in palaces. It has been suggested to me that I am a bit of a snob. How true! I prefer to be.

LA doesn't have the heart of a paper cup.

I regard psychiatry as fifty percent bunk, thirty percent fraud, ten percent parrot talk, and the remaining ten percent just a fancy lingo for the common sense we have had for hundreds and perhaps thousands of years, if we ever had the guts to read.

As honest as you could expect a man to be in a world where it's out of style.