I've counted 100 cars in five minutes, in what is supposed to be a 35-mile-an-hour zone, ... that fit the bun.

Something as artificial and human as an hour wouldn't last five minutes here. It would be dried out and shrivelled up in seconds.

You don't rub 26 miles at five minutes a mile on good looks and a secret recipe.

Sixty mile-an-hour winds, over five hours, will raise seas from dead calm to about 19 feet.

It's like trying to hold back a 50 mile-per-hour gale. You can do it for so long before it gets a hold of you.

We've got to play for 60 minutes. It was a good game until we let it slip away. When we go back and watch the film we'll see the mistakes. Some of the kids saw them as they were happening and even knew what they needed to do differently.