What --- You Don't Believe In True

Men Have Feelings Too, You Know. You Bruise The Petals Of My Manflower.

When I Dream, I Dream Of Him.

I Will Never, Ever Drink Whiskey Again. From Now On, It's Strictly Sherry.

I'm Like Everyone Else In This Stupid, Bloody, Amazing World. I'm Flawed. Impossibly So. But Hopeful. I'm Still Me.

I Wouldn’t Expect You To Get It, Daisy. You Don’t Look At Anything Besides Photoplay—and Even Then Somebody’s Gotta Explain The Pictures To You.” Daisy’s Mouth Hung Open In Outrage. “well, I Never!” “yeah, That’s What You Tell All Your Fellas, But The Rest Of Us Aren’t Buying It. Go Away, Now, Daisy. Shoo, Little Fly!