Yiddish is the voice of exile, the tongue of ghettos, but I'll shed a tear when it joins ancient Greek and dead Latin. For gossip and insult, you can't beat Yiddish.
Plenty of guys are good at sex, but conversation, now there's an art.
I have no-fail chemistry. A guy turns me on, he's the wrong one for me.
Record company execs eat their young, I swear to God.
Marcia was incredibly organized, obsessively neat ... I mean she folded her underwear like origami.
Guilt is the major motivating force in my life.