My Bullshit Meter Is Reading That As

"i'm Hoping That The More You See Me, The More I'll Grow On You." "like A Fungus?

I Freely Admit I Know Nothing About Television Or Writing For The Screen.

The Sweetest Part Of Being A Couple Is Sharing Your Life With Someone Else. But My Life, Evidently, Had Not Been Good Enough To Share.

Here’s To Books, The Cheapest Vacation You Can Buy.

If This Were The Fifties, She’d Be Checking Sam’s Collars For Lipstick Stains. (did People Do That Anymore? Why Did Women Kiss Collars, Anyway? Besides, Sam Almost Always Wore T-shirts.)