She Grinned At Me. 'you Got Types?'

The Face She Made At Me Was Probably Meant For A Smile. Whatever It Was, It Beat Me. I Was Afraid She'd Do It Again, So I Surrendered

The Cheaper The Crook, The Gaudier The Patter.

I've Been As Bad An Influence On American Literature As Anyone I Can Think Of.

The Boy Spoke Two Words, The First A Short Guttural Verb, The Second “you.

You're Drunk, And I'm Drunk, And I'm Just Exactly Drunk Enough To Tell You Anything You Want To Know. That's The Kind Of Girl I Am. If I Like A Person, I'll Tell Them Anything They Want To Know. Just Ask Me. Go Ahead, Ask Me.