I've upped my standards. Now, up yours.

I've upped my standards. Now, up yours.

In America, any boy can grow up to become president. Or, if he never grows up, vice president.

Presidents tend to tinker, you know, and mess everything up.

You have to understand, I can't do any jokes about Ross Perot, because the last thing I need right now is another credit check.

Now that my wine has been served in the White House, why not me? Who could talk to farmers better than I? Somebody even asked me the other day if I had anything in my platform about taxes. 'Hell yes,' I said. 'Great state. But I wouldn't want to live there.'