Thou shalt not blow pot-smoke into the face of my pet. Say's whom who want's to get high.

Thou shalt not be such a shit, you don't know you are one.

Thou shalt not drop an atom bomb or even shit one out in the first place - I'm talking to you, Robert Oppenheimer.

There's something wrong with that boy. He frowns for no good reason.

The professor was on acid, and sometimes, he'd shout, 'I'm Lincoln!' And then, there'd be a kid in the back, 'I'm Booth!'

I don't do drugs anymore... than, I'd say, the average touring funk band.

The seven dwarfs were each on different little trips. Happy was into grass and grass alone : Happy, that's all he did. Sleepy was into reds. Grumpy, too much s…