Nah, nah, nah. There's no rules. Show me the rule book.

There's no rules. Show me the rule book.

We should be judged as musicians, and bloody fine ones at that.

Everyone knows that if you've got a brother, you're going to fight.

Champagne Supernova.

I'm into the girls fancying me and stuff, mad for it. Get a bit worried if boys started fancying me, definitely. I've got nothing against gays . . . as long as they don't pinch me on the bum or whatever.