No wonder Sherlock Holmes did all that coke. Math is hard.
Love a man who'll bleed to make a point. (Candy)
I'd like to think they're staring at me because of my white-hot animal magnetism, but I'm not Elvis. I'm Lobster Boy, hear me roar.
The place looks like where David Lynch would meet Beaver Cleaver's mom for secret afternoons of bondage and milkshakes.
I'm steel-toed boots in a ballet-slipper world.
Let me make sure I have this straight. The cavalry just now rode into town and it's a Czech Gypsy porn-star zombie killer. Have I got that right?