“Howard: So fame and money, the big thing is the private plane.

Kid Rock: Bingo. Abso-fucking-lutely. There’s nothing fucking bigger than a plane. Nothing. These motherfuckers that live in LA—I feel bad for these motherfucking musicians who I think have fucking money. I’m like, 'Oh you live in those fucking hills? You ain’t got shit, motherfucker.' It looks like Shamu. It’s got gold flake in the fucking paint and western interior. I’m like, 'Fuck it, I’m going wherever the fuck I want.' I take my friends to dinner sometimes on the weekend. I go, 'Hey, you guys wanna go to fucking Marquette, Michigan?' They’re like, 'For what?” And I’m like, 'Just ’cause I got a big plane. We’ll have dinner.'”