Nobody's going to tell me how to be different, so stop asking me. Stop asking me what two-plus-two is. Everybody knows two-plus-two is five.

If I don't get five [titles], I won't be happy with myself as a basketball player. I don't know how you guys will feel about me.

You like that analogy? That was pretty good?

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

I love the Miami atmosphere.

Obviously, Sam is the type of guy that hides behind his pen and pad. I promise you he wouldn't say that to my face in a dark alley where it's just me and him and no witnesses.

I don't know their names. Their names have been erased from my memory banks. If I tried to bring 'em back, I'd get shocked.