When you're picking a basketball team, you'll take the brother over the guy with the yarmulke. Why? Because you're playing the odds.

If women built the bridges or were meant to build the bridges, then they would have done it.

It's like the Fouth of July in my underpants.

Well, the post office is probably not the place you want to go if you want to be infused with patriotism and a renewed sense of vigor.

I don't burn any calories trying to be masculine; I just happen to be from that world.

All's the government should do is keep the taxes and regulations at a manageable rate, keep a decent standing army and get out of the way.

Then there's the in-between, not a lipstick lesbian, not a butch dyke. I think that is what I'd be, a sweatpants lesbian.