Dear Mr. President, can I ask you a question, when the bombs fall down will they hurt everyone in my family?
Unemployment is sky-rocketing; deflation is in our future for the first time since the Great Depression. I don't care whose fault it is, it's the truth.
You can't tell your best buddy that you love him.
I do things my way and I pay a high price.
Ain't that America, home of the free? Little pink houses for you and me.
What we do to each other are the worst things that we do.