|Cigarette butt bin on Third Avenue|
"People say the stupidest things sometimes, too. 'Hey, man, you quit smoking, you get your sense of smell back.' I live in New York City, I got news for you: I don't want my fucking sense of smell back. (sniffs) Is that urine? (sniffs) I think I smell a dead guy! Honey, look at that guy! Covered in urine – check this out! Someone just peed on this guy – that's fresh. Just think, if I'd been smoking I never would have found him! (sniffs) A urine-covered dead fella. What are the odds? Thank God I quit smoking. Now I can enjoy the wonders of New York."
Bill Hicks, Love All the People