“You still have Top 40 radio now, but it’s 40 different stations. There aren’t many hits that everybody knows, and there aren’t many real superstars.”

I can bend paper clips into the shapes of small animals.

You fake something until you’re good at it.

I’m an ugly girl, My face makes you hurl, Sad I have it, I should bag it. Acne everywhere, Unwanted facial hair. I’m a relation to Frankenstein’s creation.

Somebody will come up to me after a show and have me sign their arm, and the next time I see them my autograph has been permanently inscribed on their arm.

You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill, now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will.

Whenever I do a parody it’s not meant to make you hate anybody’s music really.

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.

If you have borderline personality disorder hang up; you have already pushed everybody’s buttons.

In the future, everybody will be anonymous for 15 minutes.

Everybody knows in the business how I feel about country music. I’m an old traditionalist. Then they just call me an old man and stuck in my old ways, but with all the fans I’ve got out there,

Everybody knows that abstract art can be art, and most people know that they may not like it, even if they understand there’s another purpose to it.

Under capitalism everybody provides for their own needs by serving others.

Everybody kind of gets to be the person they didn’t get to be.

I can pardon everybody’s mistakes except my own.

Everybody doesn’t want to have to be a computer scientist to protect themselves. Most people have no desire to do that.