I'm a heroine addict. I need to have sex with women who have saved someone's life.

When someone hands you a flyer, it's like they're saying here you throw this away.

Every time I go and shave, I assume there's someone else on the planet shaving. So I say, 'I'm gonna go shave, too.'

People teach their dogs to sit, it's a trick. I've been sitting my whole life, and a dog has never looked at me as though he thought I was tricky.

I'd like to get four people who do cart wheels very good, and make a cart.

My belt holds my pants up, but the belt loops hold my belt up. I don't really know what's happening down there. Who is the real hero?