So I let her go, too. And I'm sorry.

Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is used to cut diamonds.

Babies are made through an act that you will eventually find intriguing but for right now will just sort of horrify you, and also sometimes people do stuff that involves baby-making parts that does not actually involve making babies, like for instance kiss each other in places that are not on the face.

Scared isn't a good excuse. Scared is the excuse everyone has always used.

What's that?" "The laundry basket?" "No, next to it." "I don't see anything next to it." "It's my last shred of dignity. It's very small.

Some people have lives; some people have music.

You were clearly not doing your part in the clover search, perv.