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.

Who needs food? Your smile alone is enough to nourish me for weeks.

I can’t chitchat and make breakfast at the same time. You could help, you know, instead of standing there like the Queen of England. Although you’re a lot better-looking.

Make-up? What happened? You look almost female." "Thanks. You look almost straight.

I take thee... to be my awful wedded husband

Here’s the life lesson I’ve learned, Fifi: Some people are born to play the hero, and some are born to play the bad guy. Fighting your destiny only makes life harder than it needs to be. Besides, people remember the villain long after they’ve forgotten the hero.

Old radicals never changed. They just got law degrees and updated their bag of tricks.