The Thing Is, The Reader Doesn't Want

You Know I Used To Be A Heartthrob, And Now I'm A Coronary.

Ah, Love. A Dreadful Bond! And Yet, So Easily Severed.

Trash? The Only Trash I See Here Are Two Little Boys Lost At Sea And A Pathetic Excuse For A Seaworthy Vessel!

Once You're In, You're In. It's Like The Mafia. Once A Monkee, Always A Monkee.

Around The Property I Have Here, I'm About To Put An All Weather Race Track. I'm About To Build Stables. I'm About To Ship Over A Couple Of My Thoroughbreds From England.