I Don't Need Words. It's All In

We All Do 'do, Re, Mi,' But You Have Got To Find The Other Notes Yourself.

Even If I Have Two Three Days Off, You Still Have To Blow That Horn. You Have To Keep Up Those Chops... I Have To Warm Up Everyday For At Least An Hour.

Never Play Anything The Same Way Twice.

Every Time I Close My Eyes Blowing That Trumpet Of Mine, I Look Right Into The Heart Of Good Old New Orleans. It Has Given Me Something To Live For.

You Blows Who You Is.