Experience counts for something. I count with my fingers. I could count on you, but you’ve only got one finger for me (the middle one).

“Shit goes out, and dick goes in. This is the way of the prisoner.”

“How will I tell her I didn’t like her ginger snap cookies? Gingerly.”

“In complete silence you can’t hear a thing. Just ask a deaf person—but ask them…”

“Guacamole makes an excellent facial cream. It won’t reduce wrinkles, but I’d su…”