I hate those earnest TV documentaries that are the world according to people with glasses who know better than you.
BILLY CONNOLLYI loathe hecklers. I haven’t got a good syllable to say. When you come out of the club circuit and into the concert hall, they should be gone.
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I decided to stop drinking while it was still my idea.
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People die all the time. It’s just that you’re not around.
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I always look skint. When I buy a Big Issue, people take it out of my hand and give me a pound.
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I’ve been a poser for f–ing years. I say, pose your arse off. You know, have a laugh.
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Behind the proscenium arch, you can’t always hear what people in the audience are saying.
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When you involved in an accident and someone asks “are you alright?” Yes fine thanks, I’ll just pick up my limbs and be off.
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Chic Murray once told me he fell in the street, and a woman said to him, “Did you fall?” He said, “No, I’m tryin’ to break a bar of chocolate in my back pocket.”
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My parents used to take me to the pet department and tell me it was a zoo.
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So, have you heard about the oyster who went to a disco and pulled a mussel?
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I hate all those weathermen, too, who tell you that rain is bad weather. There’s no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothing.
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Sometimes there’s a tackiness about Route 66 that out-tacks any tackiness I’ve ever seen anywhere else. And the Meramec Caverns are the pinnacle of that tack.
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In Mexico, everything on the menu is the same dish. The only difference is the way it’s folded.
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Life is supposed to be fun. It’s not a job or occupation. We’re here only once and we should have a bit of a laugh.
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I set out to be a cross between Lenny Bruce and Robert the Bruce – my main thrust was the body and its functions and malfunctions – the absurdity of the thing.
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Oh aye…my Father would thrash me every now and then. He’d talk while he did it too! He’d hit me and shout, ‘Have ye had enough?’ Had enough? Whit kind of question is that? ‘Why, Father, would another kick in the balls be out of the question???’
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