The problem is that I know the textbook answers to any question you care to ask.
Meg and Belch only had eyes for each other. Not in the usual romantic sense.
Grab some caviar from the kitchen. You wouldn't believe the muck they feed us in Bartleby's for ten thousand a term.
Don't hate me forever, Arty," whispered Holly. "I couldn't bear that.
People like me, LB, the truly great ones ... we are always alone.
They have gone. And the tunnel is about to close. So, boys, I am looking for someone to blame.