Nothing Turns To Hate So Bitter As

He Laughed, And It Raised Goose-bumps On My Arms. "oh,ma Petite ,ma Petite , You Are Precious." Just What I Wanted To Hear. "so How Are You Getting Here?" "my Private Jet." Of Course, He Had A Private Jet. "when Can You Be Here?" "i Will Be There As Soon As I Can, My Impatient Flower." "i Prefer Ma Petite To Flower.

There's No One So Self-righteous As Someone Policing Someone Else's Morality.

The Heart Wants What It Wants, Dolp. You Don't Plan On Making Your Life Complicated, It Just Happens,and You Don"t Do It On Purpose, And You Don't Do It To Hurt People Who Love You. It Just Turns Out That Way Sometimes.

I Got Out My Jar Of Ointment. I Knew Animators Who Had Special Containers For The Ointment. Crockery, Hand-blown Glass, Mystical Symbols Carved Into The Sides. I Used An Old Mason Jar That Had Once Held Grandma Blake's Green Beans. Larry Fished Out A Peanut Butter Jar With The Label Still On It. Extra-crunchy. Yum-yum.

Jean-claude Gave A Low Theatrical Bow, Never Taking His Eyes From Her. "after You, My Sweet. A Lady Should Always Walk Before A Gentleman, Never Behind.