There's no future in our past. Just experience. We want to return to it, but we don't want to close the door on it either.

If he's not dead, it doesn't count.

Everyone says "I wish I was in your shoes...", the hundreds of people that wish they were in my shoes don't know the tenth of it. If they were in my shoes they would cry like a baby.

Friendth, Romanth, countrymen, lend me your earsth.

Me? I see an old, broke-ass black guy taking care of a bunch of kids, living life, taking them to school, and all that stuff, who's asking himself: What the hell is this? But I wouldn't give it up for the world because I love my wife. I never expected to have a life like this. No chaos... no confusion... no lawsuits... no violence... no going to jail.

I was hittin' him with body punches and I hurt him. Actually he was cryin' in there, makin' woman gestures like

There's no way I would want to hurt him or bust him up. That's why, for the sake of the family as well as himself, I will take him out in the opening round.