— So, we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?
— Well, sold my soul. Got a year to live. I ain't sweatin' the cholesterol.

When you find God, tell Him to send legs!

— What is that?
— That's the round I mean to put through my skull. Every morning, I look at it. I think, "Maybe today is the day I'll flip the lights out." But I don't do it. I never do it. You know why? Because I promised you I wouldn't give up!