I worked at a Books-a-Million in Louisville for several years.
Who knows what goes on in the mind of a cat?
You don't dwell on what you've lost, you just move on.
You're here, and the only dance I want is this one.
A little warning would’ve been nice. You couldn’t have said, ‘Hey, as part of your training today, I’m going to beat you senseless’?
Me? Robin Goodfellow, a family man? He, not likely, ice-boy. I mean, think of what that would do to my reputation. Glamour shimmered around him, and he gave us a wink. Later, lovebirds. Gimme a heads up when the kid arrives. 'Uncle Puck' will be waiting.