The Racing Bug Is Never Going To

I Don't Need Any More Awards.

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.

Well, I Have My Immortal Soul. At Least, I'm Pretty Sure I Didn't Misplace It Somewhere Along The Way.

The Dutchman Sails As Its Captain Commands!