I came here for a party and what do I get? Nothing. Not even Ice cream.

I've been looking for a girl like you - not you, but a girl like you.

That's nothing - my alarm clock is set for eight.

With the possible exception of clothes, beauty salons and Frank Sinatra, there are few subjects all women agree upon.

Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today.

It isn't so much that hard times are coming; the change observed is mostly soft times going.

I can see you in the kitchen bending over a hot stove, and I can't see the stove