That’s a B, darling, the first letter of a seven-letter word that means your late father.
Spitting distance? How vivid.
When you’re from Pittsburgh, you have to do something.
There, now. Are we all lit?
Please, darling, your Auntie Mame is hung.
Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!
If I kept my hair natural the way you do, I’d be bald.
I really am fascinated by aviation. I never knew before they did it all with rubber bands.
Child, how can you see with all that light?