I love you, Daisy. I love you so much I hurt.

Before you go anywhere, Mr. Football Player,” Nita said, “I want to know exactly what your intentions are toward my Blue.

Nobody else can demean me. I can only demean myself

I hate to admit this, but some days hearing about other people's problems actually cheers me up.

Just out of curiosity, sweetheart; did you ever talk to your doctor about givin' you some tranquilizers?

You remind me of someone with a bad toothache who's hitting herself in the head with a hammer to distract herself from the pain in her mouth.

We’re all works in progress, honey. And believe me when I tell you that I’ve had to work harder than most.