All I know about is sports.

Jerry, you break up with a girl every week.

Maybe he's just very well…red?

I have nothing to say to anybody. I'm so uninteresting. I think I'm out of conversation.

You don't really have any black friends. Outside of us, you don't have any white friends either.

I CHOOSE NOT TO RUN.

How dare you!

Quit telling your stupid story, about the stupid desert, and just die already! DIE!!

I think we need more special days at the stadium, you know? Like, Joe Pepitone Day or…Jon Voight Day.

I think you're gaga over this dame.

Hey, what's the story? I hear you're doing my move.

Steeped in gayness.

Well crafted.

I don't think we should be talking about this.

What's the deal with Aquaman? Could he go on land, or was he just restricted to water?

You saying you want a piece of me?

There's more to life than making shallow, fairly-obvious observations.

He’s a sports writer for the Daily News. I find him very insightful.

Oh, you looking good. You look strong. You one fine-looking sexy lady.

Ok, you can take the B or the F and switch for the N at Broadway Lafayette, or you can go over the bridge to Dekalb and catch the Q to Atlantic Avenue, then switch to the IRT 2, 3, 4 or 5, but don't get on the G. See that's very tempting, but you wind up on Smith and 9th street, then you got to get on the R.