He loved her, free parts and labor. But she broke down and died.

I want to work and be happy.

I think we are dying in America, I think our democracy is over.

I was raised by a strong mother and I never felt like I had to be a role, you know, I was just me, who I am.

Who can I turn to? Who can I trust?

I didn't have any great job prospects.

You never know when you're making a memory.