The third year of MASH was when I realized I was a hit.
I got hit twice in the face, and that was not fun.
Of course, in pro ball, they never hit the quarterback in practice.
You could have a hit in California that no one had heard of in Oklahoma.
As a fluke, my great-grandfather hit one of the largest oil reserves in California.
Sorry. Sorry. Don’t hit. Bitches be scary when they hit.
I’m always doing comedy and will never hit up a 9-to-5 desk job.
Knock on wood, but I think we hit the gestational carrier lottery!
Well, I didn’t really have a plan. I just wanted a hit.
Once you get over that peak of puberty, you hit a nice stride.
I’d rather share the glory of a hit than star by myself in a flop.
Don’t be a fish; be a frog. Swim in the water and jump when you hit ground.
It’s not like learning how to hit a curve ball in baseball.
I was not prepared for fame. It hit me hard, and I did not have the capacity to cope.
Any pitcher who throws at a batter and deliberately tries to hit him is a communist.
Joe Frazier got hit more than me – and he doesn’t have Parkinson’s.