“My handyman is handicapped and oh so handsome, because he’s my clone.”
“Of course my clone will be handsome. He’ll look exactly like my other clone, won’t he?”
“During conversation, I have no problem making eye contact—with myself in the mirror. Or with my clone, if he’s not rolling his eyes because he knows what I’m going to say.”
“She was aware that she stood with her mouth gaping open like a fool but she just couldn’t stop herself. He was beautiful, handsome, sexy… Oh my God! He’s smoking hot!”
“I’ll make fun of him, but I’ll call him Him, because if I use his name I’ll immortalize him. After all, who is he? He’s merely my clone.”
“My handicap will be a weapon of seduction? Do you really think so?”