One minute, you're a slug. And the next minute, you're a hero.

One minute you're a slug and the next minute you're a hero, so you don't know what to think, ... I felt bad about the (Bruins' third) goal that snuck under my glove and then that stupid play where I went out to play the puck and I got caught in no-man's land. You just feel terrible for the guys and you obviously want to do whatever you can to help out.

One minute you're a slug and the next minute you're a hero, so you don't know what to think.

One minute I was a clapped-out, two-guinea, legal-aid lawyer, and the next minute I was in parliament.

You know what we can be like: See a guy and think he's cute one minute, the next minute our brains have us married with kids, the following minute we see him having an extramarital affair. By the time someone says "I'd like you to meet Cecil," we shout, "You're late again with the child support!"

It's a sudden thing. You feel fine one minute and have symptoms the next.