“For the record, folks; I never took a shit on stage and the closest I ever came to eating shit anywhere was at a Holiday Inn buffet in Fayetteville, North Carolina, in 1973.”
“I like Holiday Inns”
“Shooter: You're in big trouble pal, I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast!Gilmore: You eat pieces of shit for breakfast?Shooter: ... No!”
“My father would eat cat shit if it was salted, fried, or frosted, but it took an act of Congress to get him to eat a vegetable.”
“Almost immediately I told that voice to go eat shit and die.”
“I eat fog for breakfast, and I shit out steamy love scenes from the 80s.”