In America, you drive car. In Soviet Russia, car drive you!

My father described this tall lady who stands in the middle of the New York harbor, holding high a torch to welcome people seeking freedom in America. I instantly fell in love.

We may have forgotten how to feel. Nobody is teaching us how to live happily ever after, as we've heard in fairy tales.

Never having alone time is real tough on people.

In every country, they make fun of city. In U.S. you make fun of Cleveland. In Russia, we make fun of Cleveland.

In today's society we sometimes forget to balance our hearts and our heads; this is the reason we stop laughing.

In America, you can always find a party. In Soviet Russia, The Party can always find you!