[during third message] (singing ...) Id like to apologise for the terr — Russell Brand

"[After a boxing match in which Brand punched his father hard enough for the older man to fall to his knees] Shall we go down the pub and chat up some birds? Do something were both good at?"

"You know, the relationships we ave, everything sort of bubbles under the surface. No one ever says what they actually mean, do they? Its all a bit pappy and rubbish."

"Ive looked right through the Bible, start to finish, looking for the bit saying Jesus was the mind behind Ikea, then theres no evidence to suggest this at all."

"Matt Morgan: [To Russell] How have you developed pectoral muscles when you barely do anything for yourself?"

"When my dad left, you know, Id give my mum hell sometimes, but really shes the one that stayed, isnt she? Poor cow, she didnt need that kind of aggravation."

"Karl Pilkington: And I was high up. Russell Brand: Im picturing you as a sort of vigilante Batman figure, looking down over Salford, to see if theres any crimes. Karl Pilkington: And I was in my pants. Rusell Brand: Again, like a vigilante Batman figure."

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."