Do you remember that politician who died with the fishnet tights and all that? Aw, his poor family. I wonder how they dress him in the coffin?

I've always liked it here. Part of me is Irish. . . . My family comes from the west coast, so whenever I come to Ireland I get a wee tingling in my heart that I'm where I belong.

Grab your pig's feet, bread, and gin, there's plenty in the kitchen. I wonder what the poor people are eating tonight?

If all you see is what you see on television, no wonder they have a negative impression of the industry. It looks like the industry is profiting from disease instead of being a partner in health care.

[Soon after he called his family.] The phone is ringing off the hook, and my poor 9-year-old is like 'What do I do?' ... This is surreal.

It is a poor family that hath neither a whore nor a thief in it