If any of you are related to our main guest let me know so I can speak slowly.

A decorator can make lots of money - assuming she wins the lottery.

He's always been known to be entrepenurious.

Let us eat and drink: for tomorrow we diet.

I'm not much of a drinker. It only takes me one drink to get drunk . . . my fourth.

My husband lost a lot of weight on a new diet and I resent it. It's simple he just doesn't eat when I'm talking.

They say the Japanese don't experience menopause or hot flashes. If that's the case why are they the number-one fan-producing country in the world?

I don't give my weight. I weigh a hundred and plenty.

When she told her doctor that she always wanted to keep her weight exactly the same as her IQ he gave her a lecture on anorexia.

My husband yells comments like "How long till you're ready? Throw out a date."

My sister started to smell trouble when on the second day of her honeymoon the groom started asking for separate checks.

Life is entrusted to man as a treasure which must not be squandered, as a talent which must be used well.

In movies we tend make things black and white: you're either this, or you're that.

I know men are delicate origami creatures who need women to unfold them, hold them when they cry. But I am tired of being your savior and I am tired of telling you why.

I never met a man who was shaken by a field of identical blades of grass. An acre of poppies and a forest of spruce boggle no one's mind.

In pop or rock you can make a fast song or a slow one, but in disco there is really just the one rhythm.

God is the author, men are only the players. These grand pieces which are played upon earth have been composed in heaven.

The story goes on in the sense that at a most basic level, the United States ignored, that is violated, the United Nations charter when it invaded Iraq in 2003. This is not wise policy.

Anything, everything, can be learned if you can just get yourself in a little patch of real ground, real nature, real wood, real anything ? and just sit still and watch.

Maybe one of the monsters ate him," Daphne whimpered. "That would be awesome," Puck said. Sabrina flashed him an angry look. "Awesome in a terrible, heartbreakingly tragic way," Puck continued.

The weeping of the candle is not in mourning for the moth: the dawn is at hand, and it is thinking of its own dark night.