“Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.”

I wouldn’t trust a man who wouldn’t try to steal a little.

Bloodletting on my premises that I ain’t approved I take as a f***ing affront. It puts me off my feed.

You can’t slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.

Isn’t there a simpler way of not pissing off the big vipers?

The obvious merits utterance. Character is f**king pertinent.

Pain or damage don’t end the world.

The question is: until reinforced, can we learn the ways of church mice.

Change ain’t looking for friends. Change calls the tune we all dance to.

Don’t I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made f**king resolution.

Yeah, the cut throats and the pigs. But who wants all that blood spilled, judge, huh?

Stand it like a man, and give some back.

Let’s leave it all alone. I’m stupidest when I try to be funny.

Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea.

The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store.

The best way to make news is to announce a new category, not a new product.

Announcers don’t do enough of the cat-and-mouse strategy and all the work that goes into it.

If I were the commissioner of all sports media I would issue an immediate ban on three-person announcing teams on telecasts of live sporting events. In almost all cases three is one voice too many.

If somebody had started on a remake of French Kiss before I announced my own film, I would have dropped my subject. If someone else starts after me, what am I to do?

Their parents were told: “You will never see them again.

Five years ago, who would have thought this possible?

I have made great strides in my craft. After months of auditioning, I am very proud to announce that I am a member of the Actors Studio.

The music of revelation announces itself to the reader in somber brooding tones or in melodies light as air and one is invited to dance with the most captivating of partners: poetry.