Love is what you make it and who you make it with.

It is better to be looked over than overlooked.

Ya know it was a toss-up whether I go in for diamonds or sing in the choir. The choir lost.

Men are my hobby, if I ever got married I'd have to give it up.

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. . . .

You may admire a girl's curves on the first introduction, but the second meeting shows up new angles.

I have never loved a man as much as I have loved myself