There’s nothing nine-tenths about me as a person. I’m a 100% kind of guy, at least half the time.


“Love is like breakfast with Mildred. Who’s Mildred? How the heck should I know?…”

“Love is like a summer rainstorm in winter. Where I’m from that’s called romance…”

“When he misbehaves, I’ll clap and then point at my cat, as if transmitting the …”

“He’s only two years younger, but that doesn’t mean I’m not old enough to be his…”