“Wilde stepped off the train in Oakland wearing a Spanish sombrero, a velvet suit, a puce cravat, yellow gloves, and buckled shoes, and wended his way across the bay to the Bohemian Club, where he is reported to have drunk his hosts under the table.”
“So Henry," Puck said as he kicked off his shoes and propped his smelly feet on the kitchen table. "I was wondering what you can tell me about puberty."Henry turned pale and stammered.Sabrina wanted to crawl under the table and die.”
“I'll have a martini...two at the most. Three, I'm under the table...four, I'm under the host.”
“When I wear my confessional glove it’s super tempting to give myself a velvet handjob.”
“He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.”
“You should see what she’s wearing, Callie. It’s velvet. Canary yellow velvet. Turban to match. She looks like a furry banana.”