Coach McGuirk: There's a tornado coming. So I'm gonna stay down here with the baby, you guys go upstairs and play.
Melissa: Shouldn't we stay down here with you...
Coach McGuirk: No, it's not safe for everybody to be in the same place during a tornado, Melissa.
Melissa: But I thought you're supposed to go together.
Coach McGuirk: No! The rule is, Melissa, you separate.
Melissa: Are you sure?
Coach McGuirk: Yeah. If you get **bleep** into the funnel and everyone's separated then it's just like a fun ride. But if you're all in a group, in a cluster, you start banging into each other, then your heads collide and you die
"In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her mighty lakes and star-crowned mountains. But my rapture is soon checked when I remember that all is cursed with the infernal spirit of slave-holding and wrong; When I remember that with the waters of her noblest rivers, the tears of my brethren are borne to the ocean, disregarded and forgotten; That her most fertile fields drink daily of the warm blood of my outraged sisters, I am filled with unutterable loathing"