I Own Property In A Quiet Little

I'd Like A Glass Of Cold Gravy With A Hair In It, Please.

Once You're In, You're In. It's Like The Mafia. Once A Monkee, Always A Monkee.

We Wanted To Interview People On The Show, Do Variety, Get The Artists, The Guests Involved With Us In Our Group. They Wanted To Keep The Four Guys Together. We Wanted To Change The Format.

Trash? The Only Trash I See Here Are Two Little Boys Lost At Sea And A Pathetic Excuse For A Seaworthy Vessel!

Life Is Cruel. Why Should The Afterlife Be Any Different? I Offer You A Choice. Join My Crew...and Postpone The Judgment. One Hundred Years Before The Mast. Will Ye Serve?