"Ted Kennedy's car has killed more people than my gun has."
Shortly before Rose Kennedy passed away, she was having tea with neighbors when, out of the blue, she asked, "I wonder how Jackie's doing?"
"Rose," a neighbor said gently, "Jackie died some time ago."
"Oh, no!" Rose cried.
"Was Teddy driving?"
"More people have died in Ted Kennedy's car than have died at Gitmo."
"Hey Teddy, What if I'm pregnant?" "Don't worry Mary Jo, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."