“Happy belated birthday, Cat," he said, giving me a self-deprecating smile. "Aren't you glad Juan picked the place and not me? We wold have had lattes and hors d'oeuvres instead of liquor and G-strings. Anyone get you a gin yet?”
“Saki says that youth is like hors d'oeuvres: you are so busy thinking of the next courses you don't notice it. When you've had them, you wish you'd had more hors d'oeuvres.”
“Remind me to show you the latest e-mail from Courtney," he said now, kicking at a rock on the sidewalk. "You won't believe how many different incorrect ways she spelled hors d'oeuvres within the span of a single paragraph.”
“You know what, Gwen?" he managed, once he'd caught his breath.-"What?""I'm glad you picked me as your birthday present." -Ethan Banks”
“Happy birthday Rule, I’m giving you me for now and forever and if you want to give me back I’m not going.”
“And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.”