I'm The Straw That Stirs The Drink.

You Don't Face Nolan Ryan Without Your Rest. He's The Only Guy I Go Against That Makes Me Go To Bed Before Midnight.

It's A Fickle Town, A Tough Town. They Getcha, Boy. They Don't Let You Escape With Minor Scratches And Bruises. They Put Scars On You Here.

People Think I Hate Billy Martin. I Don't. I Hate Some Of The Things He Did. And I Will Say I Don't Understand Him. Billy Martin Is Not An Intellectual, But There Is A Cunningness To Him That Is Something To Behold.

I Didn't Come To New York To Be A Star. I Brought My Star With Me.

The Only Difference Between Me And Those Other Great Yankees Is My Skin Color.