“What are you doing Saturday or Sunday? I’m free this weekend. But come Monday I go back to being a slave.”

“I told her “Have a good weekend.” Then I thought, “Idiot. It’s Sunday night.”

“I suspect I’ll be suspicious for my whole life that Saturday night is sleeping with Sunday morning.”

“There are days when I don’t know how I live with myself. Those days are Sundays through Saturdays.”

“I think we should change the amount of time in each day. Sunday thru Friday should be reduced from 24 hours down to ten minutes, and Saturday would become a 167-hour day. That way, when people ask me what I did all week I could truthfully respond, "I slept all week. But I got a hell of a lot done on Saturday.”

“I saw her at the party last Saturday. I could tell by her body language that she wanted me. She was wearing a shirt that said, “I want you Jarod.” I left alone that night. Come Sunday morning, I found out that she went home with Jarod Wheedlebreeder. I guess the bonds of Jarod aren’t as tight as I thought.”

“I left the door open so you could come in—and I could go out. That’s what being in love is all about.”