When You See Grown Men

I Smell Varmint Poontang. And The Only Good Varmint Poontang Is Dead Varmint Poontang, I Think.

The Atheists Traditionally Hold Their Conventions From Good Friday To Easter Sunday During The Hours Christ Spent In The Grave.

I Think There's Only So Many People That Can Take Care Of Themselves, And Can Take Care Of Other People. And The Rest Of The People … They're Useful In Terms Of Compost For The Whole Planet, You Know.

When I Started, The Scripts Weren't As Good, And You'd Have To Have A Huge Burst Of Energy To Go, "sheesh, How Am I Going To? This Stuff's No Good." So You'd Have To Improvise Something Or Create Something Or Try To Work With The Ware And Try To Figure Out, How Do You Make This Visually And Orally Acceptable, Entertaining? Nowadays, The Scripts Are Just So Much Better, That You Don't Have To Feel That Way. You Feel Like The Script's Coming To You, You Can Just Relax. You Don't Have To Drive The Boat.

I'm Just A Potato That Won't Quit. I'm A Potato With Some Legs. Some Have Eyes, I've Got Legs.