After All, Tomorrow Is Another Day.

[yankees] Are Pretty Much Like Southerners Except With Worse Manners, Of Course, And Terrible Accents.

You Should Be Kissed And By Someone Who Knows How.

Babies, Babies, Babies. Why Did God Make So Many Babies? But No, God Didn't Make Them. Stupid People Made Them.

The Happiest Days Are When Babies Come.

But The Small Cloud Which Appeared In The Northwest Four Months Ago Had Blown Up Into A Mighty Storm And Then Into A Screaming Tornado,sweeping Away Her World, Whirling Her Out Of Her Sheltered Life,and Dropping Her Down In The Midst Of This Still,haunted Desolation.