“You're pouting. Pouting is not allowed. It's too cute.”
“Once we are married, those angry little scowls won't be allowed," Lily pouted, feeling ignored. "I want a handsome husband...or at least as handsome as he could be.”
“Quit pouting, girl. All a Milquetoast ever gets is wet.”
“You don’t play fair.' I pout. 'I know.”
“I don't eat bread.' Is she pouting? It's hard to tell. She's had a lot of chemicals injected into her face.”
“I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues.”