In Beverly Hills... they don't throw their garbage away. They make it into television shows.
Most of the time I don't have much fun. The rest of the time I don't have any fun at all.
Not only is there no God, but try finding a plumber on Sunday.
Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage.
If my films don't show a profit, I know I'm doing something right.
I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick. Not wounded. Dead.
I have bad reflexes. I was once run over by a car being pushed by two guys.