“I prefer all of my skeletons out of the closet, to make more room for my shoes.”
“I don’t have any skeletons in my closet that can’t be allowed out.”
“I’m a closet sociopath. You can tell by all the skeletons I have hanging up next to my clothes. ”
“There’s no room in my life for a woman. I mean I live in a closet, and I suppose I could squish my clothes over and she could squeeze in, but where is she supposed to put her clothes? And her shoes, what about her shoes?”
“He’s pale, bald, and bony. He looks like a skeleton. And that, my friend, is precisely why I keep him in my closet.”
“There is something about a closet that makes a skeleton terribly restless.”