Feed the lettuce to the bunny and eat the bunny.

She grinned at me. 'You got types?' 'Only you darling - lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.

The face she made at me was probably meant for a smile. Whatever it was, it beat me. I was afraid she'd do it again, so I surrendered

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.

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

Talking is something you can't do judiciously unless you keep in practice.

A lot of fancier yarns come from people trying to tell the truth. It’s not easy once you’re out of the habit.