“Ten men waiting for me at the door? Send one of them home, I'm tired.”
“She shrugs."Men""Men.""If we can send one man to the moon, why can't we send them all there?”
“One of the joys of being a grandparent is giving your grandchild caffeinated sugary drinks late in the day, and sending them home. Do you have any idea how many years I had to wait for that?”
“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
“I'm tired of making people sad and I'm tired of disappointing them and I'm tired of seeing them break. I have seen this too many times. He will be the last.”
“You know I'm getting a little tired of waiting for you to catch on.”