Whatever. Boris, Must You Constantly Breathe On

But. . . You Said We Were Going To Play Parcheezi. . .

You Can't Be Friends With Someone Who's In Love With You If You Don't Love That Person Back The Same Way.

Did You See Him? I Know The Photo Was Grainy, But He Looks Like One Of Those Death Metal Goth Heads, Or Whatever They’re Called. All Dressed In Black With Long Hair I Took Umbrage At My Mother Describing My Boyfriend This Way. John Was The Lord Of The Underworld. How Else Was He Supposed To Dress?

Me: “ngh” Cal: “well Put.” ...... Every Boy's Got One

If You're Writing A Screenplay, You Need To Be Prepared To Let Go: There's A Good Chance The Words You Write Aren't Going To Be The Ones That End Up On Screen.