Hope For The Best. Expect The Worst.

My God, I'd Love To Smash Into The Casket Of Dostoyevsky, Grab That Bony Hand And Scream At The Remains, 'well Done, You God-damn Genius.'

Ill Just Say Whats In My Heart: Ba-bump, Ba-bump, Ba-bump.

I'll Accept Bad Taste In A Minute, As Long As There's Some Great Comedy Minds And Performances.

Organizations Like The Cia And The Fbi Are Still Kind Of Supermen, Kind Of Ss Troops: We're Blond And The Best And Everyone Else Should Be Incinerated. They Don't Know Right From Wrong. That's What Makes A Satire Of These Government Bureaus Really Funny.

When We Got To Our Hotel Rooms, Mosquitoes As Big As George Foreman Were Waiting For Us. They Were Sitting In Armchairs With Their Legs Crossed.