I likened it to the Wild West. Back then, if someone stole a horse, rode to the next town, robbed that town's bank and shot the marshal, he would have been hanging from a tree the next day.

Whoever it was that stole the ruby slippers they have not only robbed the museum, and robbed me of the ruby slippers, they have robbed these children of the possibility of a home. Hopefully if they know what these shoes were going to be used for it might appeal to their hearts to send them back. Just send them back. I won't prosecute. I just want the shoes back so they can continue to work their magic.

It's like the Wild West, the Internet. There are no rules.

Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.

He's progressing and he's a very nice horse, but the favourite looks a very good horse. I rode in the race last year and I'm looking forward to Saturday.

I said, 'Why don't we go to 15 West?'They said, 'They don't like Indians there.' So I said, 'How about the Golden Spike?' They said that was worse.