I like women. I don't understand them, but I like them.

I take the good with the bad. I can't love people in slices.

I don't understand if you get caught in a fight, but take it out on a room, how that implies some psychiatric disorder.

A martini. Shaken, not stirred.

Sometimes a woman just needs to be slapped.

I hope to work, support my children and die quietly without pain.

I like women. I don't understand them, but I like them.