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“Can’t today. I’ve got an appointment.” “Is it with a chiropractor?” “No. Why would you think that?” “I was hoping he’d adjust your fucking attitude.”
“Honey, put the meat back in the refrigerator and order some pizzas. We’re about to be invaded.”
“You already wooed her, and now she’s incubating your spawn,” Lana recapped sarcastically. “In the words of one of my favorite Christmas movies, ‘It’s a little late to get this kind of feedback!’”
“You want him to do better; he doesn’t need to do anything but look both ways when he crosses the street, watch his cholesterol, pay his taxes, and die. He has to want it as much as you do for this to work.”
“I’m going to apologize to Tom for interrupting his day and try to convince him to put his daughter in a convent with a moat and armored guards while he makes me a stiff drink.”
“It’s like those horror movies where the reflection in the mirror moves independently from the person standing in front of it, huh?”
“How fucking lazy would I be to hire someone to move my shit down the hall?” “It’s not lazy, it’s smart. Besides, I don’t want to help. I hate moving.”
