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She's tall enough to go duck huntin' with a rake.

“Are you all governors?” Tom asked, bored.

They have come up with a perfect understanding; he won't try to run her life, and he won't try to run his, either.

“I have a split personality,” said Tom, being frank.

We may never know exactly how much others know about us, but we can always suspect it.

We're going to get locked into a corner.

Hangover: The moaning after the night before.

The scripts needs to be kept in sink.

Handicap: An allocation of strokes on one or more holes that permits two golfers of very different ability to do equally poorly on the same course.

Hey, I hope you can help me, I’m kind of up against the gun here.

Borrower: A man who tries to live within your means.

Doorman: A genius who can open the door of your car with one hand, help you in with the other, and still have one left for the tip.

Liberal: A man with his mind open at both ends.

Diplomat: A person who thinks twice before saying nothing.

You can’t go in there cold turkey with egg on your face.

“Would anyone like some Parmesan?” asked Tom gratingly.

“I just got a job putting up steel girders!” Tom beamed.

Wild whores could not drag me away.

His head is so big… he has to step into his shirts.

Cannibals are not vegetarians, they are humanitarians.

“This is mutiny!” said Tom bountifully.