“Youre going to have to do better than that if you want to get into my metaphysical pants.”

“this stuff tastes like the bastard love child of grapes and rubbing alcohol”

“You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to get into my metaphysical pants.”

“Well, let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that.” I started back down the alley. “Truthfully, it’s not you I’m so much worried about as your ass. It’s like the Eighth Wonder of the World or something...”

“You dont need a stage to prove that youre a bad speaker.”

“Don't worry if you've been labeled as weird. Who wants to be classed as normal in an insane world?”

“Guess it's high time we add the 8th vow in marriage promising that we shall spend time with our husband or wife more than with social networking sites!”