- Johnny Carson: "Her lips were like honey, her cheeks were like apples, her forehead was like cream. She was the messiest eater Brett had ever seen."
- Johnny Carson: "Let us glide through the heather, and out onto the moors / Then I'll show you mine, if you show me yours."
- Johnny Carson: "Hillary was prepared to spend the rest of her life with Brett by her side. Brett was thinking more in terms of ten or fifteen minutes on something with springs."