If You're Not In The Mood, You

Sex Is Something I Really Don't Understand Too Hot.

Liberate Yourself From My Vice-like Grip!

I'd Swear To God, If I Were A Piano Player Or An Actor Or Something And All Those Dopes Thought I Was Terrific, I'd Hate It. I Wouldn't Even Want Them To Clap For Me. People Always Clap For The Wrong Things. If I Were A Piano Player, I'd Play It In The Goddam Closet.

If I'd Wanted This Place To Fill Up With Every Fat Irish Rose That Passes By, I'd've Said So.

I Was Surrounded By Jerks. I'm Not Kidding.