I Don't Need Any More Awards.

The Monkees Are Like The Mafia. You're In For Life. Nobody Gets Out.

You Know I Used To Be A Heartthrob, And Now I'm A Coronary.

Trash? The Only Trash I See Here Are Two Little Boys Lost At Sea And A Pathetic Excuse For A Seaworthy Vessel!

I Don't Need Any More Awards.

Around The Property I Have Here, I'm About To Put An All Weather Race Track. I'm About To Build Stables. I'm About To Ship Over A Couple Of My Thoroughbreds From England.