Why is there NEVER anything to EAT in this damn house?
You raise an interesting point, bourbon.
A good singer needs a great set of lungs.
Jane struggled to hold onto the laces, knowing that if she let go it would wipe out half of Connecticut.
YEAH, MY LIBRARY BOOKS ARE LATE. And I'd do it again coppers.
Momma, you're so smart. You bought the pies at the store, but you're pretending you made them. Shhh... it's our little secret, sweetie.