As it stands right now, I lead Richard Pryor in heart attacks, two to one. However, Richard still leads me, one to nothing, in burning yourself up.

There are no bad words. Bad thoughts. Bad intentions, and wooooords.

They’re not pro-life. You know what they are? They’re anti-woman. Simple as it gets, anti-woman. They don’t like them. They don’t like women. They believe a woman’s primary role is to function as a brood mare for the state.

They give you a colouring book and some crayons, and tell you, be creative...but don't go outside the lines.

I don't want something that's good for headaches. I want something that's bad for headaches. And good for me.

If the shoe fits, buy another one just like it.

If we could just find out who's in charge, we could kill him.

One can never know for sure what a deserted area looks like.

If a movie is described as a romantic comedy you can usually find me next door playing pinball