Lady in nursing home: [Watching Jerry Springer] It's interesting. Man in nursing home: Interesting? Bunch'a inbred trailer trash! All they ever talk about is fucking!
Home ...Home. ...the word, ...has ...no ...meaning
Yesterday's home runs don't win today's games.
Writing is something I should have done more of, it's a form of coming home.
My father's Jewish, so my world is Jewish whenever I go home.
If you're not in the game, you can't hit a home run.
Buying a home today is a complex process, but that in no way excuses home buyers from their obligation for due diligence.
My hunch is that probably men are doing more both outside the home and inside the home.
I love home. I'd rather be at home than anywhere else.
There's no place like home. And I do miss my home.
I grew up in a very devoutly Christian home.
I have a home in Salt Lake, and I have a home in Malibu, at the beach.
My worst job was working in the laundry of a nursing home.
This is my idea of heaven, coming home and watching the news.
It's easy to underestimate the real cost of home ownership.
When my daughter was born, I was a stay-at-home dad for the first two years.
I actually just started home schooling. And it is great.
I'm not painting myself as a down-home, modest guy.
It is at home, not in public, that one washes his dirty linen.
The longest road out is the shortest road home.
Where I make my living, there is my home.
