the f-bomb has hit...

some kid in ozzie's class taught him the f-word. he asks me, is there really a such thing as a curse? i said what kind, like a spell? he says no, like a word... like fuck? i said, yes, that's a curse word. he says is it a bad word? i said well, yes. he says why is it bad, what would happen if you said it? i said nothing, it is just rude. it's not something you can say at school. he says if you are in high school or college can you say fuck? i said no, not even daddy can say it at work. he says what does fuck mean? i tell him it means like darn it, but really bad. he says if you say fuck in school you would probably go to the principal, huh? i said yes, i would think so... he says boy i wish i could get that word out of my head.

on emily, in her First Communion dress...

ozzie: "she looked... unbelievable. i'll always remember how beautiful she looked, even for like, 40 years. so when i'm 47, i'll remember how beautiful she looked today when i saw her. but i won't remember what time it was, because i don't even know what time it is now."