Orafoura paid me in pajamas, and I let him because the pajamas matched his plaid mustache.

“While you weren't looking, I flicked a booger in your soup. Just my way of sayi…”

“The morning always has a way of creeping up on me and peeking in my bedroom win…”

“How would you define love to an eight-year-old aardvark from Argentina who hear…”

“I’m hungry for success. And lasagna.”