The guy thought he was Mick Jagger. I felt bad for him.

Before John could even get through the first verse, who bursts through the door and jumps right into the fray, lips a'kissin' and hips a'wigglin'? That's right, kids, everbody's favorite zombie hunter. Mick Jagger strode right up to John, raised his arms to the sky, and said, 'O zombie Lennon! It ends here.

I'd rather be dead than singing 'Satisfaction' when I'm 45.

Mick Jagger is about as sexy as a pissing toad.

You're so full of crap, you could pass for a toilet.

I care. They bother me. And that's why I'm stupid. That makes me exponentially more stupid than stupid. I'm stupid to the power of stupid.