President Bush, have a hot dog with me.

Speak from the balls, not from the diaphram.

The fate of our country is now in the hands of people who don't think about what they want until they get right up to the register at McDonald's.

In America, we know to ignore artists if they're serious in any way.

I suppose fear is like a drug. A little bit isn't that bad, but you can get addicted to the consumption and distribution of it.

President Bush has embarked on an eight-day tour of the continent. He hopes this one goes better than the other ones he's made recently. Obviously he's not doing that well in North America [on screen: '36% Approval'], his South American trip had a few bumps [on screen: 'Angry mobs of torch-carrying bumps'], Europe seems to think the president doesn't care what they think, but hey, who cares what they think? They could at least thank him for what he's done for their burning effigy industry.

I've got butterflies in my stomach... because I ate a cocoon quesadilla!