“You are my Easter.”

“I want that Easter Ham. Where's my Thanksgiving Turkey?" Miss Trixie snarled”

“Stop hiding condoms in my stuff. It's like some twisted Easter egg hunt in there.”

“I’ll never forget that Depression Easter Sunday. Our son was four years old. I bought ten or fifteen cents’ worth of eggs. You didn’t get too many eggs for that. But we were down. Margaret said, ‘Why he’ll find those in five minutes.’ I had a couple in the piano and all around. Tommy got his little Easter basket, and as he would find the eggs, I’d steal ’em out of the basket and re-hide them. The kid had more fun that Easter than he ever had. He hunted Easter eggs for three hours and he never knew the difference. (Laughs.) “My son is now thirty-nine years old. And I bore him to death every Easter with the story. He never even noticed his bag full of Easter eggs never got any fuller. . . .”

“Easter is never deserved.”

“Jesus is for life, not just for Easter.”