Honestly, what planet do these people live on? And why isn't it farther away?

This soft grass suggests 'softness' to me, but also at the same time 'lying-down-ness'.

He who laughs last laughs the laughiest.

Look, I can't go out with you, because... because... because I'm a lesbian.

The fly in her argument is that when she says, 'they' will feel like lemons, we don't know who 'they' are. And 'they' might BE lemons.

I gave my artistic laugh and also threw in some quirky language for good measure. "Lawks-a-mercy, no! I'm going to have a long bath and..." I looked shyly down. Which is pretty impressive to have done artistic laugh, quirky language and shyness all in the space of ten seconds.

I will not have him in my brain;there is no room for anyone else in the cakeshop of agony. it's crowded enough in there already.