While I was waiting...I ate your lunch.

If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.

Please feel free to take this personally.

I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I've been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.

Mutually counting on each other, watching each other's backs, forcing each other to be brave.

One time, my mother told me that I always eat like I'll never see food again. And I said, "I won't unless I bring it home." That shut her up.

You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?