“A lot of times when I buy a lot of toys, I get a little jealous and keep one or two for myself. So I’ve got a couple of drones. I’ve got a couple of remote-control cars. I like to have fun”

Anyone else has to come upstairs and see the Shogun. I’m still the Shogun.

I am Superman. And the only thing that can kill Superman is Kryptonite. And Kryptonite doesn’t exist.

When I come back, we’ll all need each other to step up our games and do what needs to be done.

It was a weird game. There was ugly shooting and a lot of turnovers and mistakes, and we were just fortunate to get the win.

He’s a jokester, and that’s funny, very funny. Ha-ha. Very funny.

My motto is very simple. Win a Ring for the King.

The only person who can really motivate you is you.

Get his master’s in criminal justice, stayed out of trouble. Played for three different teams. Changed three different franchises around.

I should have done better, but it was just a very ugly and weird game… I knew the game was going to be an ugly game when I saw those three guys at the scorer’s table. Ugly people call ugly games.

I’m on a mission. And I know the older I get, I may lose a step or two, but it’s all up in the medulla oblongata. I’ve got a lot up there. I’ve got a lot of knowledge… in this medulla oblongata.

As a general, and as a leader of this team, whatever I’ve got to do get my guys going I’ll do it every time. If I have to be the bad guy sometime, I’ll guess I’ll take that. That’s what a leader and a general and a chief of police does.

And I want to do it the right way, like everybody else, not just a famous figurehead that gets a job because he is a famous basketball player. I want to really learn the business.

I’m pissed off. ‘Cause I knew I did something wrong. I’ll have a hell of a season if I win the championship and average 20 points a game.

I’m dominant every night. I come in every night and get beat up.

He’s the president. I’m the general. Unless I want to get impeached, I got to do what he says.

I beat a lot of teams from the line. You have to have mechanics. But see, what people don’t know about my wrists is my wrists don’t go all the way back.

Beyond love, beyond unrequited love, perhaps even beyond any other passion known to humanity, deep, deep in the depths of the turgid, clinging, swamplike pit of despair that lies dormant within every soul, lurks JEALOUSY.

My mother was my first jealous lover.

George Mitchell was a very good leader, and we were more than satisfied with his leadership. And I know the guys were jealous.

Jealousy… is a mental cancer.

I don’t get jealousy, I don’t get how people hate each other – I never did.

If my jeans could talk, they’d plead for mercy.

Men call women faithless, changeable, and though they say it in jealousy of their own ever-threatened sexual honor, there is some truth in it.

I shall never write an autobiography, I’m much too jealous of my privacy for that.