Some women waited for a night in shining armor. She, apparently, had ended up with a knight in black jeans and leather, who wanted to chase her down and have his evil way with her.

Now climb, young grasshopper, so your Kung Fu won't be weak.

Black hair, angelic face, and devil eyes.

Strawberry Shortcake called, she wants her outfit back

First rule of bodyguard detail: know where your 'body' is at all times.

If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons.

The decorator of Las Colimas must have been a great admirer of both early Aztec and late Taco Bell architectural styles.

I'm welding the bimbo room shut.

She can tell you the height of the attacker from the trigonometry of the blood spatter, while I'm fuzzy on what trigonometry is.

I had forgotten that talking to you is like trying to pet a cactus." Saiman said dryly. "Thank you for reminding me." "Always happy to oblige.

Your headlights don't scare me.

Arrogance kills Creativity, Curiosity and Passion. Stop it and you'll learn more.

I was a vegetarian first. I had high blood pressure at 27, everybody in my family died of cancer, and I knew it was in the food, so I changed my diet.

Being an assistant in a computer lab was the worst job I ever had. It was boring. That was when I was in college.

Over coaching is the worst thing you can do to a player.

Whatever you think people are withholding from you-praise, appreciation, assistance, loving care, and so on-give it to them.

My first introduction to television, and really just the business in general, was working with David Lynch, with his incredibly open, creative mind that was not following any rules.

The goal of life is not to have our lives mean something to ourselves. The goal of life is to have our lives mean something to others.

You kill me and I'll see that you never work in this town again.

We are all lone souls. It pays to know humility, lest the delusion of control, of mastery, overwhelms. And, indeed, we seem a species prone to that delusion, again and ever again." ~Fiddler, pg. 558

That’s it?” Jason asked. “You spent an hour talking about how lucky you were to be dying?” No, not dying, Son. Living.