You know what's crazy about Yao? He speaks perfect English. A lot of people don't know that. Perfect English. When I was over there, I called him. He's like, 'Whassup big fella?' Perfect English!

I don't know. I don't have a fax machine, so I didn't get that message.

I ate too many Frosted Flakes. I don't remember what I said last night.

He can play. He can shoot. He can dribble. He can pass. He's a great player. Period. No question about it. And if anyone thinks Dirk is not a great player, I'll punch them in their face.

I'm still the baddest expletive in the world. Yeah, I'm getting older, but Kareem got older. Hakeem got older. I don't need Earthlings' respect. When it's all said and done, my name will be there and it will be mentioned ... unless you Earthlings try to erase it.

I think I'm the only player who looks at each and every center and says to myself, 'That's barbecued chicken down there.'

I'm tired of hearing about money, money, money, money, money. I just want to play the game, drink Pepsi, wear Reebok.