You need to be quiet and go to sleep. You're not my real mom.
I'm all out of red paint, and only half done with your dress. You'll have to help me out here, miss.
You're right, Robert. It was damned short-sighted of us to have her built in Omaha.
Even Death wants as little contact as possible with the "Twilight" books.
Here's your sandwich!
A TRUCK SEEKS ITS NATURAL PREY... BICYCLES.