I Wanted To Be A Jockey.

I Don't Need Any More Awards.

Life Is Cruel. Why Should The Afterlife Be Any Different? I Offer You A Choice. Join My Crew...and Postpone The Judgment. One Hundred Years Before The Mast. Will Ye Serve?

People Always Expect You To Be Jumping Out Of A Rolls Royce And Being In The Papers For Drunk And Disorderly Or Sleeping Around.

And It Really Pisses Peter And Micky Off When I Get Onto One Of Those Tangents Where I Start To Do Humor.

You Will Not Forestall My Judgement!