It's not enough to be American. You always have to be something else, Irish-American, German-American, and you'd wonder how they'd get along if someone hadn't invented the hyphen

We never really had any kind of a Christmas. This is one part where my memory fails me completely.

I say, Billy, what’s the use in playing croquet when you’re doomed? He says, Frankie, what’s the use of not playing croquet when you’re doomed?

My childhood here... was very limited. So it was a long, long time before I actually went out to Brooklyn.

It’s lovely to know that the world can’t interfere with the inside of your head.

You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, it's been a minute since my last confession.