The Hollywood tradition I like best is called "sucking up to the stars."

Good salesmen and good repairmen will never go hungry.

Recently deceased blues guitarist Stevie Ray Vaughan "comes to" after his death. He sees Jimi Hendrix sitting next to him, tuning his guitar. "Holy cow," he thinks to himself, "this guy is my idol." Over at the microphone, about to sing, are Jim Mo

Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich.

Luck can't last a lifetime, unless you die young.