I have supped mead with lords and ladies; so to have I slumbered in nameless lanes and gored upon mutton.

I have wined and dined with kings and queens and I’ve slept in alleys and dined on pork and beans.

I am the hit-maker, the record-breaker. I got style and grace, a pretty face. I'll make your back crack, your liver quiver.

Get a dream, hold on to it and shoot for the sky.

While the boys are in the back, laughin' and jokin', the Dream's out back. cookin and smokin'!

Ric Flair, the stratosphere is reserved for you and me.

What am I thankful for? MY POLKA DOTS!!

I'm thankful for my POLKADOTS!

God does not require us to achieve any of the good tasks that humanity must pursue. What God requires of us is that we not stop trying.

No sin, no matter how momentarily pleasurable, comforting, or habitual, is worth missing what God has for us.

Three blind mice walk into a pub. But they are unaware of their surroundings, so to derive humour from it would be exploitative.

We had a saying that the fun stops at one.

Our vanities differ as our noses do: all conceit is not the same conceit, but varies in correspondence with the minutiae of mental make in which one of us differs from another.

Attack is only one half of the art of boxing.

Imagine this guy hits Mike Hammer over the head with a wooden coathanger and knocks him out. You hit Mike Hammer over the head with a wooden coathanger, he'll beat the crap out of you.

Do you not wonder sometimes, she showed now, sadly, if in some ways they are correct? That we are asking too much of the world?"No," he said. "They're the ones who are asking for too little."

I don't see anybody, in any conference, that can shut me down. Any conference, anywhere in the world.

You used to feed a piece of celluloid into an editor. [Digital] is not expensive and that is an advantage, but I must say that I don't love it.