I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.

My misery is reaching epidemic proportions.

Mr. DuBois, you are a rehearsal accompanist. I do not pay you for your musical interpretation.' The impresario marched down the aisle and stood in the middle like the commander of a mutinying ship.'No, Mr. Ziegfeld. I'm not. I'm a songwriter. My songs are a damn sight better than this garbage.'One of the midwestern chorus girls gasped.'Forgive my language,' Henry added.

I've had so many bikini waxes, I cry every time I see a Popsicle stick.

You set fire to my house, killed my family, and ate my dog. But steal my boyfriend? That's a step too far.

I understand we'll be attending your friend Miss Worthington's Christmas ball. Perhaps I'll find a suitable-- which is to say wealthy-- wife among the ladies attending."And perhaps they will run screaming for the convent.

I think being friends with you will be challenging," he said at last."'Will be challenging'?"Henry shrugged. "I guess you're stuck with me now, Miss Chan. I apologize in advance.

...There's an -or- in -whore- because you always have a choice to respect your body and say no.

Well, now, you see, I have a firm policy that I never drink hot cocoa by myself. It's against my religion.""You have a religion?" Ling sniffled."Well, no. Not really. But if I did, that would be the first commandment.