Fresh air makes me throw up. I can't handle it. I'd rather be around three Denobili cigars blowing in my face all night.

I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.

The air horns were going. As he was going through the intersection, he's blowing the air horns. He's got all the sirens on and all the lights on. It was just half an instant. There was no time for him to brake or do anything. He did lock up. It was half an instant.

The whole day's been a breath of fresh air,

But it was a breath of fresh air to know the Knicks wanted me.

'Fresh Air' I listen to, like, every day.