She's so obnoxious. Like a whole Saturday night drunk tank full of obnoxious packed into one little body." Detective Cavuto

Only by being prepared for your death can you ever truly live.

Devil's Food?" You can only eat so much white cake, my friend.

It was an eight-harlot inn, if that's how you measure an inn. (I understand that now they measure inns in stars. We are in a four-star inn right now. I don't know what the conversion from harlots to stars is.)

It was sometimes difficult to reconcile a man's talents with his personality.

. . . You seem upset, Charlie. Is something wrong? Charlie: No, no, I’m okay, I just had to take directions from a mute beaver in a fez to get here, it’s unsettling.

Love needs room to grow. Like a rose. Or a tumor.