It's not the men in my life that count, it's the life in my men.

One more drink and I'll be under the host.

It's not the men in my life that count, it's the life in my men.

I'm single because I was born that way.

Tira begins to sing "I'm No Angel" to him as the screen fades: Baby, I can warm you with this love of mine. I'm No Angel. Aw, let me feel my fingers running through your hair, I can give you kisses. . . .

Love thy neighbor - and if he happens to be tall, debonair and devastating, it will be that much easier.

You can say what you like about long dresses, but they cover a multitude of shins.