It's Not A House, It's A Home.

The Future For Me Is Already A Thing Of The Past - You Were My First Love And You Will Be My Last

Abe Said, Where Do You Want This Killing Done? God Said, Out On Highway 61.

I Never Could Guess Your Weight, Baby.

Satan Will Give You A Little Taste, Then He'll Move In With Rapid Speed.

God Bless You All With Peace, Tranquility And Good Will.