And I'm sure he'll say 'em anyway.
Some of my cherished childhood memories consist of staying up until 4am so I could catch repeats of Carlin's concerts on HBO. In the days before we had a VCR (which cost real money back then), I would tape his acts onto cassette and spend the next several weeks learning them by heart. It beat the hell out of what they were teaching in algebra; I'd take "Cars and Driving" over the quadratic formula any day.
Here's Carlin on those seven pesky words:
Here's Carlin laying out the difference between the merely stupid, those who are full of shit, and those who are "fuckin' nuts."
Rest in peace, man. You were one of the good ones.