"'Good morning, Pigs. Good morning, you Fascists... you honkies...you killers...you bigots...you fags...you Pinkos...you creeps... you bastards...fuzz.' This indoctrination of vocal harassment was compiled by our own Juvenile Division in preparation for the concert this weekend."

"I don't know what cracker barrel you crawled out of but I want you to crawl back in it."

"Gonna make you go back to Buckeye Road and you don't even have to thank me for it."

"Somebody gotta be doing something bad somewhere."

"We haven't got anything. There hasn't been a murder. The man shot himself and we're not interested in your pork chops, your loaves of bread or your notes."

"Did you know that me and Alan Ladd were exactly the same height, right down to the quarter inch?"

"Don't touch the badge."

"Who got a Batman, who got a Batman?"

"My dream don't cost a nickel. All I want's that brown suit, that Stetson hat. And four wheels under me instead of two. And that badge that says 'Boy, you're getting paid to think, not get calluses on your ass'."

"I only got two friends in the world. Frank and Superstition."

"When the night talks to you, you gotta listen, Wintergreen."

"I hate that motorcycle they make me ride. I'm here to tell you there ain't nothing in the world I hate worse than that elephant under my ass."

"Zipper, you got a blast furnace for a gut. You could live off beer cans and horseshoes."

"Did you know that loneliness will kill you deader than a .357 Magnum?"

"Oh man, we're gettin' cracked, man. We're gettin' cracked. I'm freakin' out."

Compiled by Richard Harland Smith