How About A Little Noise. How Do

If It Wasn't For Baseball, I'd Be In Either The Penitentiary Or The Cemetery.

What The Hell Difference Does It Make?

What Do I Think About When I Strike Out? I Think About Hitting Home Runs.

I Only Have One Superstition: I Make Sure To Touch All The Bases When I Hit A Home Run.

I'll Promise To Go Easier On Drinking And To Get To Bed Earlier, But Not For You, Fifty Thousand Dollars, Or Two-hundred And Fifty Thousand Dollars Will I Give Up Women. They're Too Much Fun.