Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark!
I don't want to get you drunk, but, ah, that's a very fine Chardonnay you're not drinking.
I believe in taking care of myself and a balanced diet and rigorous exercise routine. In the morning if my face is a little puffy I'll put on an ice pack while doing stomach crunches. I can do 1000 now.
I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
If you want me to keep my mouth shut, it's gonna cost you some dough. I figure a thousand bucks is reasonable, so I want two.
Nobody knows anybody. Not that well.
If I'd known we were gonna cast our feelings into words, I'd've memorized the Song of Solomon.