Thing is, I don't like ties. I like to win....by big margins.
I've never seen anythin' sexier in my life, and she's not even naked yet.
Look at me, chica." When she does, I repeat, "Eres hermosa." "What does it mean?" "You're beautiful.
Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one but they think each others stink.
I keep my expectations low, so nobody disappoints me." "Yeah, well, I have high expectations." I look toward Miranda. "I guess my friends do, too." "Expectations make people miserable, so whatever yours are, lower them. You'll definitely be happier.
If you can't share with your friends, who can you share with?