One cannot restrain a dancing cow. - Arthur M. Jolly

If it was easy, everyone would do it rather than going around telling you their ideas and saying how they could be a writer if they had the time.

No offense to your father, Jim, but let's face it—the man's dead. Dead, dead, dead. Moldering in the ground, being eaten by worms, and...what's that kind of fly that lays its eggs in rotting meat? You know the ones, little white maggots wriggling everywhere. Those.

You know they're all gay, right? … Male strippers. Fruity as cake. Queer as a cardinal.