Billy Crystal

That’s the thing about jazz: it’s free flowing, it comes from your soul.

When I started to make more or less serious money – for those times – then, of course, I wanted to show everyone that life is different: it’s a new kind of life; we are earning this money. We wanted to pay taxes and live honestly.

I made my money the old-fashioned way. I was very nice to a wealthy relative right before he died!

Acting used to be how I paid the rent, but I sold a tequila company for a billion f**king dollars. I don’t need money.

Carpe per diem – seize the check.

I’ve got all the money I’ll ever need; if I die by four O’clock.

In spite of the cost of living, it’s still popular.

I have enough money to last me the rest of my life, unless I buy something.

My problem lies in reconciling my gross habits with my net income.

If you can count your money, you don’t have a billion dollars.

More and more these days I find myself pondering how to reconcile my net income with my gross habits.

I don’t mind that I’m fat. You still get the same money.

In this country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women.

Money is something you have to make in case you don’t die.

I’m bout this shmoney!

There are few ways in which a man can be more innocently employed than in getting money.