“I've got a hangover.""No, you hit your head on the floor.""I can't stay. I've got to rescue that fool Sophie.”
“I've got a hangover!" "No, you hit your head on the floor," Sophie said. Howl rose up on his hands and knees with a scramble. "I can't stay," he said. "I've got to rescue that fool Sophie." "I'm here!" Sophie shook his shoulder. "But so is Mis Angorian! Get up and do something about her!”
“I've got a hangover, okay? So I'm not very... It's not easy sometimes.”
“I'm thirty-nine years old. I've got a wife that I can't get rid of. I've got varicose veins. I've got five false teeth.”
“I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my Mum. I know I've got Irish blood because I wake up everyday with a hangover.”
“Besides...' She smiled. 'I'm perfectly safe, remember? I've got you. I've always got you.''Please always stay mine,' he whispered.'Always.”