It’s bits of dead cow; don’t ask it to perform miracles.

Nick is driving us," Jamie informed him. "Nick has a car. Nick has TWO cars. Ha!

Do you mean am I worried about people seeing me with my jeans off? Sure. Sometimes people are overcome. They fall down. They hit their heads. It's worrying.

How many fingers am I holding up?" he inquired. Lucille regarded him blearily and said, "Avocado.

Oh God, Mae," said Jamie in a hollow voice, descending the stairs. "I will never drink again. I'm only seeing in black and white. My arms feel all floppy, like flightless wings. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I looked like a very sad penguin.

Nick spoke for the first time. "Can I go to the nurse's office too?" Ms. Popplewell looked at him It obviously took her only one look to decide. "No." "I'm traumatized too," Nick claimed, his voice completely flat. "He's a delicate flower," Alan said under his breath.

In two words," said Alan quietly, "there is nothing I love half as much as you.