- How Is He In Bed? Gladiator

I Don't Fiddle Or Edit Or Change While I'm Going Through That First Draft.

If You Tell Me I'm Sensible In Addition To Normal And Wise, I'm Going To Punch You In The Stomach.

What Kind Of A Maniac Needed Over Five Thousand Plates?

The Tune Was Sad, As The Best Of Ireland Was, Melancholy And Lovely As A Lover's Tears.

He Trailed Off As He Saw The Books. Piles And Stacks Of Them Beside The Sofa, Another Stack On The Coffee Table, A Sea Of Them On Her Dining Table. Jesus Christ, Dane, You Need Treatment.