It was nice growing up with someone like you - someone to lean on, someone to count on.

To say she was attractive would be an understatement. Calling her 'attractive' would be like calling the Taj Mahal a marble grave.

But one, the lofty follower of the Sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves Drooping all night; and, when he warm returns, Points her enamoured bosom to his ray.

Fake friends believe in rumors. Real friends believe in you.

Opportunity is sometimes hard to recognize if you're only looking for a lucky break.

The Christmas spirit that goes out with the dried-up Christmas tree is just as worthless.

All right, you're a reindeer. Here's your motivation: Your name is Rudolph, you're a freak with a red nose, and no one likes you. Then, one day, Santa picks you and you save Christmas. No, forget that part. We'll improvise. just keep it kind of loosey-goosey. You HATE Christmas! You're gonna steal it. Saving Christmas is a lousy ending, way too commercial. ACTION!