The boy spoke two words, the first a short guttural verb, the second “you.

The roof might fall in; anything could happen.

The problem with putting two and two together is that sometimes you get four, and sometimes you get twenty-two.

I like women. I really like women.

Nick: "Don't you think maybe a drink would help you to sleep?" Nora: "No, thanks." Nick: "Maybe it would if I took one.

I found I was repeating myself. It is the beginning of the end when you discover you have style.

You're drunk, and I'm drunk, and I'm just exactly drunk enough to tell you anything you want to know. That's the kind of girl I am. If I like a person, I'll tell them anything they want to know. Just ask me. Go ahead, ask me.