Shag the lot of you... I shall return forthwith to my domicile.
Sees two periods at end of sentence. Weeps softly over fate of humanity.
Ugh, I can't walk in this cursed tent! Nor can I, good lady. Say, let's get Betsy Ross to take them in! Great idea! And who knows, maybe she can use the scraps for something.
MY HOBO CAKE It's mostly whiskey.
I don't care if he is famous and rich...if he offers to paint you like one of those French girls - RUN LIKE HELL!
It's nice, but it'll never replace playing outside in the fresh air and getting plenty of exercise.