I love the bouquet of rotting flesh.
There are more stains in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
You mustn’t have an argument on an empty stomach. It upsets the balance of the day.
When people die, they soil the sheets. Blood, s***, urine. I can take care of every stain there is.
Postmortem excrement is the biggest stain challenge of them all.
Foie gras. It’s surprising how delicious a little cruelty can taste.