If people want to think I get drunk and stay out all night, let'em. That's how I got here, you know.
In order to share intimate feelings, you have to have intimate feelings.
Your lips and mine, two sips of wine, memories are made of this.
Everybody makes mistakes; look at Hitler.
Somewhere there's a someone for me. Though I may be lonely now, I'll see it through somehow, to somebody's heart I know I hold the key.
I know it's the gentlemanly thing to let the wife file. But, then, everybody knows I'm no gentleman.