â pine has no place in this loft. itâs the wood of poor people and outhouses. â
â are you cooking a frittata in a sauce pan ? what is this prison ? â
â know this : your caveman ideas about manhood are so over. manhood today is about exfoliation, cheese courses, emotional honesty and paxil. â
â guess whose personalized condoms just arrived ! â
â weâre broenemies. heâs my fremesis. â
â can we just take a moment to celebrate me ? â
â damn it ! i canât find my driving moccasins anywhere. â
â ___ is delicate. like a flower. like a chubby, damaged flower who hates himself. â
â i canât talk right now. iâm writing a strongly worded email to my florist. â
â iâm gonna have to run all the way home and i have my slipperiest loafers on. â
â can you please get my towel ? itâs in my room next to my irish walking cape. â
â bathtubs are medieval filth cauldrons. â
â you have found my flabbergast button, and guess what ? youâve pressed it. â
â itâs like youâre ripping the side block out of my mental jenga ! iâm totally falling apart. â
â it makes me angry and scared all the same time. just like when i hear the phrase â academy aware winner anna paquin. â â
â man to man, you didnât wanna wear something, i dunno, a little more form-flattering ? you know, like a pile of towels ? the number eight ? â
â youâre listening to the radio and writing with a pen. what decade are we in ? â
â walk with dignity, you giant toddler ! â
â do you just walk around all day thinking about other peopleâs feelings ? how do you get anything done ? â
â she has a flip phone ! sheâs either poor or a time traveller. â
â if youâll excuse me, i have to go water my succulents. â
â without ash to rise from, the phoenix would just be a bird getting up. â
â now, as my best friend, i expect you to be willing to sacrifice everything for me at a momentâs notice including, of course, unfortunately for you, your dignity. â
â you were denied a cell phone because you have the credit score of a homeless ghost ! â
â where do you even buy sheets like this ? they have the thread count of a paper towel. â
â they donât hate me because iâm old, they hate me because of my personality. â
â hey, m. night shyamalan. iâve got a twist ending for you : shut up ! â
â back in high school, they used to call me â the sex haverâ. â
â my whole life is you. â
â ARE YOU A CRIMINAL ?! FROM THE STATISTICS ? â
â i look like a 70â˛s divorce attorney. â
â i simply want a demographic breakdown of all the guys who hit on you. â
â iâm like a sexual snowflake. each night with me is a unique experience. â