You couldn't invent someone like Carl Lazlo. He was one of a kind. He was a mutant. A real heavyweight water buffalo type … who could chew his way through a concrete wall and spit out the other side covered with lime and chalk and look good in doing it.
"No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun—for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax—This won't hurt."
