One or two haven't got a cats-in-hell chance, like the kid with the glasses.

I am proud as hell of them. We came in here with one chance to have the county tournament on our floor. Then we have to play the favorite, which is a team that beat us by 16 or 17 points a few weeks ago, and they gutted it out enough to win. We didn't play that good, but we gutted out the win.

I think he has a hell of a chance on rain softened ground and he probably represents our best chance for a Festival victory.

There is not a snowball's chance in hell we would have met if it wasn't for match.com.

I can't admit things; that's why I can't go to funerals and stuff like that. I find it very, very difficult to deal with that kind of reality. I shut myself off totally because it affects me so badly.

You're useless, I'm bored - yes or no?