“Maybe I’ll make a huge color tapestry from my belly button lint.”

It was difficult to get into my friends’ rock bands when I was a teenager.

Whereas if I wrote a movie script, chances are better than even that I’d just be another guy in L.A. with a movie script in his drawer.

I’ve always enjoyed animation and voiceover work. That’s something that I’ve been proactive about.

People never ask people doing serious music, ‘Do you ever think about doing funny music?’

A lot of my cartoon voices are basically just variations on my natural voice.

There aren’t that many superstars around anymore.

I’m watching the charts every week and hoping something will pop into my head.

I don’t watch a lot of other people’s parodies because I don’t want to be unduly influenced.

Until you came along I never dated anyone this low on the food chain.

The irony is of course that my career has lasted a whole lot longer than some of the people I’ve parodied over the years.

I’ve learned how to use my spam filter pretty effectively.

Like, I have had moments, which I think most people have, where you’ll be watching TV, and it’ll be interrupted by some tragic event, and you’ll actually find yourself thinking,

I enjoy all kinds of music. But it is kind of strange when I do parodies, instead of setting up drums and guitar amps.

I’m still a geek on the inside, that’s the important thing.

So I try not to pick songs that I know would drive me crazy.

I’ll bet every great thinker and leader we’ve got Could see all kinds of things other people could not!

Opinions are like belly buttons; everybody has one. I never knock a man for his opinion.

Swollen in head, weak in legs, sharp in tongue but empty in belly.

One man’s theology is another man’s belly laugh.

I was learning that among friends, a smile can be better than a belly laugh.

I asked these Indians: “Do men ever make Chicha?” My question was met with gales of laughter. The women howled. Bent over in hilarity, one replied, “Men can’t brew. Chicha made by men would only make gas in the belly.

Isocrates was in the right to insinuate, in his elegant Greek expression, that what is got over the Devil’s back is spent under his belly.

So many complaints boil down to the belly ache of the fragile, mortal, ignored ego in a vast and indifferent universe.

When I get older, I don’t think I’ll like to have wrinkles, or a big jelly belly. I cannot have it.