“I’m almost used to you showing up without shoes, but where the hell are your pants?”
“Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.”
“I’m taking off my shoes.’’ ‘‘Fine. Shoes off.’’ ‘‘And my pants.’’ ‘‘Don’t push it, Claire.”
“Pride was the belt you could use to hold up your pants even after your pants were gone”
“It’s really hard to be turned on by a man who shows up for a date in corduroy pants and big white walking shoes that look as though he’s shoved his feet inside of two giant pillows.”
“I’m minded what my grandmother used to say. The cruelest punishment of Hell is that you get to look up and see Heaven.”