There Are Two Seasons In Scotland: June

In Mexico, Everything On The Menu Is The Same Dish. The Only Difference Is The Way It's Folded.

Oh Aye...my Father Would Thrash Me Every Now And Then. He'd Talk While He Did It Too! He'd Hit Me And Shout, 'have Ye Had Enough?' Had Enough? Whit Kind Of Question Is That? 'why, Father, Would Another Kick In The Balls Be Out Of The Question???'

Don't Tell Me How To Do My Job. I Don't Come To Your Workplace And Tell You How To Sweep Up.

I've Always Been Fascinated By The Difference Between The Jokes You Can Tell Your Friends But You Can't Tell To An Audience. There's A Fine Line You Have To Tread Because You Don't Know Who Is Out There In The Auditorium. A Lot Of People Are Too Easily Offended.

I Don't Know Why I Should Have To Learn Algebra... I'm Never Likely To Go There.