Well, what now? You have no job. I have no job. Wanna play Jenga?

I had always assumed the weekend was a holy tradition, respected by good people everywhere. Not so at Wexford.

I sleep better knowing that a naked cork-eater is not sneaking around at night, stealing my underwear.

You don't know me yet," I said. "Rory was telling me she lives in a swamp," Charlotte said. "That's right," I said, turning up my accent a little. "These are the very first shoes I've ever owned. They sure do pinch my feet." Jerome gave a little snort.

Hey! Jack the Wanker! Over here! I want your autograph!

I ran like a thing that runs.

The whole "weak in the knees" thing,which she always thought was just some idiotic expression back from the golden age of idiotic expressions,was real. -Suite Scarlett