When I looked at him, I would say to myself, 'I've stolen from him,' as everybody has who's a talker on television.

I didn't want to go to bed with him, but I wanted him to know how much I looked and appreciated him.

It looked like a pancake.

I asked him about it, and he didn't say anything, he just looked at the floor.

He's not a very big talker. (When he was little) we'd sit him down in the middle of the room and come back four hours later and he'd still be there.

The horse was moaning and (Smith) was moaning, ... He looked up at me, and he had a bad look on his face.