sometimes you don't need a goal in life, you don't need to know the big picture. you just need to know what you're going to do next!

I mean, when I think about it, what's more important? Clothes - or the miracle of new life?

This is a test, isn't it? It's like choosing out of three caskets in a fairy tale. Everyone knows the rules. You never choose the gold shiny one. Or even the quite impressive silver one. What you're supposed to do is choose the dull little lead one, and then there's a flash of light and it turns into a mountain of jewels

Everyone knows the first rule of business is "Look good during confrontations." Or if it isn't, it should be.

I can't cook. I don't have the right brain for it, somehow. I can't walk into a room and tidy it up. I get distracted. I pick up one thing and I start looking at it. And my cooking is truly heinous.

Once you've started cheating, does it really matter what your methods are?

You're so narrow-minded! You live in the same village you grew up in, you run the family business, you're buying a nursery down the road... you're practically still in the womb. So before you lecture me on the way to live my life, try living one of your own, OK?