I like the stink of the streets. It makes me feel good. And I like the smell of it, it opens up my lungs. And it gives me a hard-on.
You know what they say, don't you? If you love a man's garden, you gotta love the man!
It's amazing. It's incredible. But, I feel like a criminal 'cause I don't take money.
I'm not interested in friends from those places, and I don't trust politicians! You're still acting like a street schmuck! You know, if we'd listened to you, we'd still be rolling out drunks for a living!
The reality is that we do not wash our own laundry - it just gets dirtier.
We're both getting old. All that we have left now are our memories. If you go to that party on Saturday night, you won't have those anymore. Tear up that invitation.