Where The Hell Are The Singing Cats?

It Seems To Me That The Older I Get, The More Running Around I Do With Less Satisfaction, Just Spinning My Wheels.

What We Got Here Is A Failure To Communicate.

Where The Hell Are The Singing Cats?

The Only Question I Ever Ask Any Woman Is, 'what Time Is Your Husband Coming Home?'

I Started My Career Giving A Clinic In Bad Acting In The Film, "the Silver Chalice," And Now I'm Playing A Crusty Old Man Who's An Animated Automobile [in "cars"]. That's A Creative Arc For You, Isn't It?