Freud: If it's not one thing, it's your mother
I feel like I'm a big human snot.
If you can remember the sixties, you weren't there.
I like my wine like my women - ready to pass out.
But if there's love, dear... those are the ties that bind, and you'll have a family in your heart, forever.
Come on now! You kick out the gooks, the next thing you know, you have to kick out the chinks, the spicks, the spooks, the kikes and all that's going to be left is a couple of brain-dead rednecks.