“It tastes terrible in the shade.”

“I don’t know if you’re friend enough to want to oil the crane.”

“I can never get the recipe for raspy carrier.”

“I’m a beautiful tullah blue in the margins.”

“You’re where I go to make a mess of everything.”

“The only thing that can be done is wavy and crackzy.”

“These little stumpers are really getting into Dad’s environment.”

“We’re lost friends with love laces on.”

“Your catharsis is beyond device.”

“You fly like a chicken in January.”

“If you’re going to lose it you might as well do it with some charm.”

“You smell like a bad tooth contest.”

“Well, aren’t you Miss Gloomy Doomsday come to rattle the ages.”