“Thanks, but no thanks. I need my makeup honey. - Carol”

“Thank you for the tragedy. I need it for my art.”

“I guess I should be thankful. Full of thank. But what is thank? I can't eat thank, so I know my stomach isn't full of thank. I can't smell or breathe thank, so I know my lungs aren't full of thank. I'm not even sure how much thank I could fit in the trunk of my car. But I do know one thing. It's much easier to give thanks than something that actually costs money to give.”

“The door opened."We're here," said Mrs. Rogers.Aunt Myra came in."Now!" said Amelia Bedelia."Greetings, greetings, greetings,"said the three children."What's that about?" said Mrs. Rogers."You said to greet Aunt Myra with Carols," said Amelia Bedelia."Here's Carol Lee, Carol Green, and Carol Lake.""What lovely Carols," said Aunt Myra."Thank you.”

“I can't wear a man's jacket with a ball gown." She rolls her eyes at him, sighs. But thanks, honey.”

“A lady I will be, but a man's accessory, his handbag, no thank you. I will not be someone's ornament. I will not just be someone's honey, baby, sweetheart.”