Money Talks, Bullshit Walks.

Twas Something Else. I Had Come To Hate Her, You See. I Had Come To Wish Her Dead, And That Was What Held Me Back.

Anyway, As The Old Barrelhouse Song Says, My God, How The Money Rolled In. Norton Must Have Subscribed To The Old Puritan Notion That The Best Way To Figure Out Which Folks God Favours Is By Checking Their Bank Acounts.

Belief In The Supernatural Or Belief In Wild Talents Like Precognition And Telepathy And Telekinesis And Things Like That, It Seems To Me That Belief In Those Things Is Just Very, Very Freeing.

God Wiped Snot Out Of His Nose And That Was You.

Anyone Who Thinks Impressions Of Old Movie Actors Is Funny Absolutely Cannot Be Trusted. I Think It's Like A Law Of Nature.