That's right.. I did the Iggy..

I admit I used the city treasury to fund the murder of my enemies.
But as Gabbo would say, "I'm a bad widdle boy".

I want you to keep filling your shirt with crud till I get back.

Sorry, Dad, but three-time soap box derby champion Ronnie Beck never needed his dad's help.

For a comic?! Who drew it, Michamalangelo?

*I'm actually bringing the plant down from the inside.*

I was a big cheese.. a huge cheese! But now look at me. I gotta ride the bus like a schnook, I gotta live in an apartment like an idiot, I gotta wait in line with nobodies to buy groceries from a failure!

The joke's on him! I'll be dead by then.

You see, Boy? The real money's in bootlegging, not in your childish vandalism.

My name is Agnes, and you know it's Agnes!
It means lamb, lamb of god!

For a minimal franchise fee you'll receive; A pair of straightening gloves, a canister of wall lubricant, and a booklet of the most commonly asked questions you will hear, including "Who are you?" and "What are you doing here?".

I won't kill you, but I'll tell you three things that will haunt you forever; You've ruined me, you've crippled your family, and baldness is hereditary!

Actually, jazz is like the New Coke. It'll be around forever.

I've been playing jazz for 30 years, and I just can't make a go of it.

I found the culprit: A jagged, metal cereal O.

I believe today I will try Bold.

Uh, yeah.. Uh, I was wonderin'.. do you, uh.. What's your policy on, uh, lunch?

The beauty of it is each parking space is a mere one foot narrower, indistinguishable to the naked eye.. but therein lies the game.

Cold biscuits, chicken, yellow, mailman..

Oh, great. Whenever a woman passes by I suppose it will be my job to lead the hooting?