Well hellfire, save matches, f--- a duck and see what hatches!

You went up into the way-out-osphere, you went to squeak-land. That's insane.

From my melodic sensibility, it was really delicious.

I've never heard anybody squeeze that song, but you squeezed it so slow it sounded like Vanilla Fudge singing 'Eleanor Rigby.

Slap that baby on the ass and call me Christmas!

Looking at you, I'm closing my eyes and it's a work of art, a thing of beauty... And I will finish that off with a double helping of ooh-yeah.