Boy, a drive-through liquor store. God bless America! A place where you can drive through and buy whiskey, beer... just the thing for that drunk driver who's constantly on the go. Cant stop now! I've got places to go, people to hit!

I was raised by just my mom. See, my father died when I was eight years old. At least, that's what he told us in the letter.

I tried out for 'Jeopardy' once, when they came to Cleveland, but I didn't make it.

I have a position of indirect respect and oblique power.

You say tomato, I say bourbon and coke.

I don't miss the economic insecurity, the living paycheck to paycheck.

But I don't want to lose touch with things like eating in Bob's Big Boy.