BC: "Did you enjoy your lunch?"
CS: "Well... yes... until I got to the part where I opened the little plastic container of white sauce that normally would be ztatziki sauce that one puts on falafel. Except that it was tartar sauce."

DLP: "I'm not giving my money to Obama. I'm giving it to the National Enquirer so they can keep digging."

BB: "My son is 9 months old. Just took his first steps the other day. And his little personality is starting to come out. He's kind of a dick."

MM: "Yes, it was fine. But I prefer to enjoy my art sober."

DB: "If I were a pony, I'd be food driven too."

GM: "We don't have eighth notes or sixteenth notes and such in England. So, a hemi-demi-semi-quaver has 4 thick black lines. It's a 64th note. A quarter note is a crotchet."