You guys make the rules up, so a foul is a foul. It doesn't matter if a guy is bigger and stronger. It's not my fault I ate my Frosted Flakes when I was little, and you ate Wheaties.

He is an old glove, but he looked like the old Glove.

I came here with the perfect chemist's perception. The formula they had was perfect and any added ingredient could make it go bad or worse.

I don't listen to people who can't do stuff that I do.

There's no answer for my offense, just like the polythagorean theorem.

There is nothing for me to be sour about. What you got to understand is that I'm a military man. We usually do my shift for four or five years and then you got to move on.

That was a foul, young lady. You know that was a foul. Don't ask dumb questions.