Saturday, February 12, 2011

She not only expects the worst but makes the worst of it when it happens.
You know I could rent you out as a decoy for duck hunters?
She never was really charming until she died.
She should get a divorce and settle down.
She's the kind of girl who'd eat all your cashews and leave you with nothing but peanuts and filberts.
No one can have a higher opinion of him than I have, and I think he's a dirty, little beast.
Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.
Ordinarily he is insane, but he has lucid moments where he is just stupid.
He could never see a belt without hitting below it.
Who are you going to believe? Me or your own eyes?

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