“What... Are you on strike from wearing deodorant now too? You smell like a boy's locker room after a wrestling match!”
“Your deodorant smells like my armpit. And yet I get no royalty from the manufacturer.”
“Sixteen-year-old guys smell like deodorant and fast food. Then you turn seventeen and you get fresh.”
“Success is like a deodorant it covers all the dirty smell”
“Today, tomorrow," she said. "A day is nothing. A day is just a match you strike after the ten thousand matches before it have gone out.”
“Ho! now you strike like the blind man;t'was the boy that stole your meat,and you'll beat the post.”