If I'm lucky, in a month from now, best-case scenario, I'm managing a Cinnabon in Omaha.
Humor is just another defense against the universe.
I've been accused of vulgarity. I say that's bullshit.
I don't think in terms of results at all. I think: what next insanity can I shock the world with?
Bad taste is simply saying the truth before it should be said.
The audience. They see the name Mel Brooks, they want something really funny. They don't want to be moved; they don't want to be taught any lessons. [. . . ] I get more letters for Twelve Chairs and Life Stinks than I get from any other movies, because people actually agree with the philosophy, or were moved, or they love the movie.
I don't know what to say so I'll just say what's in my heart. . . badoom, badoom, badoom.
I go through fan mail myself, but I think I might get them censored, because I'm always expecting to get the one thing that says, 'I know where you live and I'm going to kill you!' I'm always expecting that to come, but it never seems to arrive. I never get any negative mail, so someone must be censoring them.
It's a vain hope to believe that people will voluntarily turn their back on government subsidies.
Obama seems to want to do something to damage rich people.
Some of these agendas wanted me to quit, very simply, so they said "we have all the guarantees if you want to leave, and all the money and everything you want. " Of course, you just ignore that.