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.

Slap that baby on the ass and call me Christmas!

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

From my melodic sensibility, it was really delicious.

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

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