“I have a problem. I wouldn’t say I’m in a pickle. More like a vinegarized cucumber.”
“Alcoholism is...an incurable disease. You will have it for life. Just like you can't turn a pickle back into a cucumber.”
“Not that I did, bang her that is. I’m not saying I wouldn’t, how could I ever be sure about something like that?”
“I wouldn’t say I know him, but I’m familiar with his work.”
“It's funny how cucumber water can taste so much better than pickle juice, even though they come from the same source.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. Work, my dear Blushweaver, is like fertilizer.”“It smells?”He smiled. “No, I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I’m glad it exists; I just don’t ever want to get stuck in it.”