Disgust

It's a traveling syphilitic sideshow: I don't like the circus. Diseased animals and hermaphrodite clowns throwing anthrax spores at the children. This is like entertainment from the ninth century. Greeks, trolls, mutants, all these inbred circus people. They come out from under bridges, releasing disease and pestilence into the air. I don't like the circus.

If women were in charge, all men's underwear would come with an expiration date.

Hollywood’s a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss, and fifty cents for your soul.