I didn't come to New York to be a star. I brought my star with me.
Sometimes I underestimate the magnitude of me.
The only way I'm going to get a gold glove is with a can of spray paint.
The way things are going the faces on next year's bubble-gum cards will be lawyers.
In the building I live in on Park Avenue there are ten people who could buy the Yankees, but none of them could hit the ball out of Yankee Stadium.
The reason I'm a Yankee is that George Steinbrenner out hustled everybody else.