You'll see. She can be nice sometimes.
He's not the brightest crayola in the pack.
Okay, well, let's do a little reenactment. I'm the gay-looking DiCaprio and you're Rose. You have to keep your eyes open and on my face, or you'll have to let me go and I'll turn into a huge gay Popsicle.
Aye, wumman, if it's truly romantic, then it must be Scottish.
Seminaked men!” Jacky trilled. “With swords,” Kat purred. “It is a romance novel!
When day begins to break I count my blessings, good and bad, Being wakeful for your sake, Remembering the covenant we've always had, What eagle look your face still shows, While up from my heart's root So great a sweetness flows I shake from head to foot.