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My God, I'd Love To Smash Into The Casket Of Dostoyevsky, Grab That Bony Hand And Scream At The Remains, 'well Done, You God-damn Genius.'

Critics Can't Even Make Music By Rubbing Their Back Legs Together.

Do You Have A Dollar On You? I Hate To Answer Questions For Nothing.

I'll Accept Bad Taste In A Minute, As Long As There's Some Great Comedy Minds And Performances.

A Lot Of Music Is Mathematics. It's Balance.