I don't know if you have noticed this, but it is quite possible for two human beings to have a conversation in which one or both parties involved has absolutely no idea what they're talking about.
Rectory always sounded to me like a place where you would find a proctologist.
No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.
Could this be the Apocalypse ?
I was good at being charming, one of my very few vanities.
It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.