I mean, people should be envying us, you know.

 

As long as there's, you know, sex and drugs, I can do without the rock and roll.

 

This pretentious ponderous collection of religious rock psalms is enough to prompt the question, 'What day did the Lord create Spinal Tap, and couldn't he have rested on that day too?'

 

I do not, for one, think that the problem was that the band was down. I think that the problem *may* have been, that there was a Stonehenge monument on the stage that was in danger of being *crushed* by a *dwarf*. Alright? That tended to understate the hugeness of the object.

 

You can't really dust for vomit.

 

It's such a fine line between stupid, and clever.

 

Well, I'm sure I'd feel much worse if I weren't under such heavy sedation.

 

Dozens of people spontaneously combust each year. It's just not really widely reported.

 

It's like, how much more black could this be? and the answer is none. None more black

 

Marty DiBergi: Why don't you just make ten louder and make ten be the top number and make that a little louder?
Nigel Tufnel: [pause] These go to eleven.