“And ever, as the story drainedThe wells of fancy dry,And faintly strove that weary oneTo put the subject by,"The rest next time--" "It is next time!"The Happy voice cry.Thus grew the tale of Wonderland”
“Well, we'll know better next time.”
“Well, put it this way--I don't want to ever imagine a moment without you next to me ever again.”
“I looked at the clock with the faint unconscious hope common to all mothers that time will somehow have passed magically away and the next time you look it will be bedtime.”
“Happy birthday,” she said. “And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.”
“He wants to put his story next to hers.”