I don't want them hip white people coming up to me and calling me no n - - or telling me n - - jokes. I don't like it.

What I never understand about a hangover is, where does the breath come from? You know what I mean? I mean, is someone shitting in your mouth?

You don't get to be old bein' no fool.

What I'm saying might be profane, but it's also profound.

I'm not addicted to cocaine. I just like the way it smells.

A sold-out house my first night back. Do you have any idea what kinda pressure that is? I could have been at home in my warm bed, playing Nintendo.

I don't see myself getting married again, but if I do, it will be forever.