Obesity isn't as cool as it used to be, back in the earlier centuries. Before it was a reflection on your gross income, and now it's just gross.

“Once the orange juice wears off, I might be drunk. I love vodka.”

“Here’s a list in no particular order: chaos, confusion, and disorganization.”

“She’s not a pothead. That thing on her neck is a vase. And anyway, I’m all for …”

“Love knows no boundaries. I wish I would have known that before I hired a carto…”