You’ll never have any trouble with Mr. T, I’m just a big, calm teddy bear kind of guy. Mr. T ain’t ashamed to cry.
MR. TYou’ll never have any trouble with Mr. T, I’m just a big, calm teddy bear kind of guy. Mr. T ain’t ashamed to cry.
MR. TYou pity the fool because you don’t want to beat up a fool! You know, pity is between sorry and mercy. See, if you pity him, you know, you won’t have to beat him up. So that’s why I say fools, you gotta give another chance because they don’t know no better. That’s why I pity them!
MR. TI have the Midas touch, in the way that when I hook up with a project, I feel, not speaking cocky or conceited, but there’s a confidence I have.
MR. TIf you look at my job, my union card, it says ‘actor.’ It don’t say nothing about celebrity, movie star, nothing like that, and that’s one thing that keeps me humble.
MR. TStay humble and be concerned for the less fortunate.
MR. TI said I would never wear my gold again because it would be insensitive and disrespectful to all the people who died and lost everything in Katrina.
MR. TIf I’m a true follower of my lord and saviour Jesus Christ, I got to do the things you’re supposed to be doing.
MR. TMy reputation grew because I was a professional. I did my job, and I was courteous – a no-nonsense guy.
MR. TI’ve turned those steel chains into gold to symbolize the fact that I’m still a slave, only my price tag is higher.
MR. TI tell everybody, I get so much because I give so much. I give freely, I give all my time, give all my money, give all of my soul.
MR. TWhy am I here? I’m not lucky. That’s God.
MR. TI take a lot of pride in the work I do, because people pay to see me. They’ve got to get babysitters, park their car, get popcorn and candy. I’ve got to be conscious of that.
MR. TI hold the door for the ladies – I’m a gent.
MR. TSee, behind all my tough, rough exterior is basically a marshmallow, maybe a pussycat. But not a wimp!
MR. TI know about two things: ‘Rocky III’ and Clubber Lang, and ‘A-Team’ and B.A. Baracus. That’s who I am!
MR. TWhen my ancestors came from Africa, they were shackled by our neck, our wrists, and our ankles in steel chains.
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