When it comes down to the end, there's no jitters, no butterflies.

No. That's an excuse really. It's what I do. It's a continuum.

I had butterflies, but once the game started, they went away.

When there's no agenda and no real message what happens is you can't really have a message. You can put lipstick on a pig all you day long but it's still a pig, ... This Week.

I think there's a little issue of you have to get the butterflies in your stomach when you ride in on the bus, as opposed to riding in knowing you're going to be a spectator.

You can't ignore the 800-pound gorilla: There's no shortage of post-9/11 jitters. I don't think anybody likes sitting down next to a stranger for five hours.