“That’s the tricky thing about love. It walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and smells like a duck. But after you sleep with it a month or so, or get dumped at the altar by it, it starts smelling more like a skunk.”

“Sorry, When it walks like a saint, and quacks like a saint- It's a quacking saint.”

“When it walks like a saint, and quacks like a saint- it's a quacking saint."-Della”

“If it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, it's a duck!”

“If it looks like a duck and quacks likes a duck, it's a duck, right?”

“You ever hear that expression 'If it looks like a duck and it quacks like a duck, it's probably a duck'?”

“I mean, if your about to tell me something like I'm dead, that i need to start acquiring a taste for blood, and I can't even eat sushi, I wont be able to handle it. Or if you're going to tell me that I'm going to start howling at the moon, eating peoples cats, and will spend the rest of my life having to get waxed if I want to wear a bathing suit, then I don't think I can handle it, either. I like cats and I tried waxing once, and that hurt like a son of a gun." -Kylie”