“so this crow comes and it starts quacking at us.”
“That’s the tricky thing about love. It walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and smells like a duck. But after you sleep with it a month or so, or get dumped at the altar by it, it starts smelling more like a skunk.”
“I had a quack in the floor. So, I had to use ductile.”
“Sorry, When it walks like a saint, and quacks like a saint- It's a quacking saint.”
“When it walks like a saint, and quacks like a saint- it's a quacking saint."-Della”
“Quack, damn you!”