Your species. You have a terrific capacity for effing things up. For hurting one another. For making the world a worse place. But then you invent something like ice cream. That makes up for a lot. Makes you worth rooting for.

If something is hurting you, why and how and how can it be changed?

I don’t count my sit-ups. I only start counting when it starts hurting. When I feel pain, that’s when I start counting, because that’s when it really counts.

I’ve never done work for money ever. If your choices are based on grosses and the film doesn’t do what it’s supposed to do, then you’re hurting yourself.

Sin lies only in hurting others unnecessarily. All other “sins” are invented nonsense.

I’ve found out why people laugh. They laugh because it hurts so much . . . because it’s the only thing that’ll make it stop hurting.

Be careful with me, do you know what you doing? Whose feelings that you’re hurting and bruising?

I don’t count the sit-ups. I only start counting when it starts hurting because they’re the only ones that count. That’s what makes you a champion.