Are You Going To Come Quietly, Or

Is There Anything Worn Under The Kilt? No, It's All In Perfect Working Order.

I Told You I Was Ill. (on His Headstone)

We Don't Have Anything Planned, So Nothing Can Go Wrong.

I Cannot Stand Being Awake, The Pain Is Too Much.

Money Can't Buy You Happiness But It Does Bring You A More Pleasant Form Of Misery.