She's been kissed as often as a courtroom bible, and by much the same class of people.
She's such a good friend she'd throw all her acquaintances into the water for the pleasure of fishing them out again.
She tells enough white lies to ice a wedding cake.
He's the kind of man that picks his friends...to pieces.
I will always love the false image I had of you.
Do you think I could buy back my introduction to you?
I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic, necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.
In order to avoid being called a flirt she always yielded easily.
He was one of the nicest old ladies I ever met.
He's one of those men who possess nearly every gift except the gift of the power to use them.