He came over and ruffled my hair, which is technically assault. I could get on the blower to ChildLine.

Unbelievable! I said, "What would I be doing walking the streets at night as a stuffed olive- gate-crashing cocktail parties?

What in the name of Hitler's panties and matching bra set was she talking about?

Mr. Darcy was in Pride and Prejudice and at first he was all snooty and huffy; then he fell in a lake and came out with his shirt all wet. And then we all loved him. In a swoony way.

Rosie get off your desk, and please put your beard away.

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.

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