“I'm not quite in the grave yet, darling. I just have my reservation confirmed.”
“Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in.”
“I am upset. I have reservations about dinner for two at 8:00. I have reservations about my reservations.”
“I'm fifty-one years old, but I'm not through yet. I have lived a full life, and intend packing in quite a lot more.”
“This is where I will shine. This is where my father would have cried, clasped me to his bosom and muttered, "my daughter, my darling daughter. I know thee, because you are a reflection of me." (Don't ask me where I get this shit. I'm just THAT worldly.)”
“Where was my head just then? I've already said I'm plain yet all of a sudden I think I'm The Shit? I'm not myself, my thoughts just took an uncharacteristic turn to vanity.”