Joe: "I still say my pants are louder than your shirt!!"
Joe: "For crying out loud Rick!! You're blinding me with those shorts mate!"
Joe: "Okay Thunder God - you're starting to upstage me. Tone it down a bit, eh?"
Ok mate...how long do I have to hold it? I do have a show to do ya know...."
Joe to Rick: "Can you play those drums a little quieter. I'm trying to sing up here."
Joe: "Com' on Rick - you know this one! To the beat of 'The Rythym Of The Night'!"
Rick: "Joe! We are NOT the Miami Sound Machine! Are you certainly are no Gloria Estephan!"
Joe: "Whoa Rick, Can ya turn that shirt down? It's blinding me!"
Joe: "I come In peace!"
Rick: "Maybe if I ignore him, he'll go away?"
Rick: "Make the bad man go away."
Rick: "Back away from my territory Joe....you're tresspassing on my drum riser."
Joe: "Okay, back up... just a little bit... gently... back, back... hang on..... okay, back just a teeny tiny bit more..."
Joe: "Okay, just cool it mate alright... I'm the singer, not you!"
Rick mumbling to himself: *sigh* "But I'm better than you Joe..."
Joe: "Okay, the lads underneath the stage need 5 more minutes mate."
Joe: "Can I borrow that shirt?"
Joe: "Are five drumsticks really necesarry?"
Rick: "Those pants would go good with this shirt!"
"Are my nipples crooked??????"
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful....
"ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
"Did someone turn on the AC? It's a bit chilly in here."
Thinking: "Mum isn't gonna like this topless shot at all. Blimey I can hear her now." (Sigh)
Rick thinking to himself in the doctors office: "Please Doc - Don't make me take my pants off! I hate shots in my arse!"
*Yawn* "This photo shoot is so boring....ZZZZZZZZ."
"I'm not asleep, I'm checking my eyelids for leaks."
"Just think happy thoughts."
"How much longer do I have to stand here?"
Doctor: "Now turn your head and cough, Mr. Allen."
Photo above - Richard Allen fully focused on his daily meditation.
Rick: "Lets see.... the image is becoming clearer now... yes... I can see it... okay, tonight's lottery numbers are..."
Phil in the distance: "Rick??! Rick where are you?? You're not in your closet meditating again, are you?! RIIIICCCKKK!!!!"
"MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm" (meditation noise)
"Guess what I'm doing with my hand?"
