Oh, my, God, Becky, look at her butt. It's so big.
Hey! It's not whether you win or lose it's how you place the blame.
Father, Florence is joining the suffragette movement, Millicent is off to Paris to paint nudes and I'm moving in with my lover, Clarisse. Just shoot me now!
Bill, are we ever going to talk about last night?
1929 and it's raining stock brokers.