When I was young, times were hard. When I got older it was worse.

I'll sleep when I'm dead.

I'm drinking here break motor oil and Bombay gin, I'll sleep when I'm dead.

I'd like to go back to Paris someday and visit the Lourve museum, get a good running start, and hurl myself at the wall.

Enjoy every sandwich.

And if California slides into the ocean, as the mystics and statistics say it will, I predict this hotel will be standing until I've paid my bill.

I saw a Werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand