“Then you can eat in bed.I'll make you a plate and-""And the day I eat in bed I better be dying.Food leaves crumbs.That brings bugs and I happen to hate sharing my bed with anyone.”

“If I said I wouldn’t toss him out of my bed for eating crackers, would you leave me alone? (Grace)Maybe. What else wouldn’t you toss him out of bed for? (Selena)Eating greasy grimy gopher guts? (Grace)”

“I want to screw him on the table and make him eat in my bed.”

“All I can think about is bed.”“We’re sharing the same thought.”“You’re thinking about bed too?”“I’m thinking about YOU in MY bed.”

“If I had any choice in the matter, I'd stay in my comfy bed and eat warm chocolate chip cookies all day.”

“In the old days, before I was married, or knew a lot of women, I would just pull down all the shades and go to bed for three or four days. I'd get up to shit. I'd eat a can of beans, go back to bed, just stay there for three or four days. Then I'd put on my clothes and I'd walk outside, and the sunlight was brilliant, and the sounds were great. I felt powerful, like a recharged battery. But you know the first bring-down? The first human face I saw on the sidewalk, I lost half my charge right there.”