You Cannot Con An Honest Man.

If He'd Looked Like A Cross Between Mr. Clooney And, Say, One Of The Hobbits, I Probably Would Have Been Far More Capable Of Coherent Thought.

First Time It's A Stranger. Second Time Its Just A Coincidence. Third Time It's A Tail

The Bagshaws Aren't Boys. They're Bombs With Very Colorful Fuses.

Maybe Wrist Corsages Cut Off Circulation To The Brain? I Mean, Is That Why So Many Girls Do Stupid Things On Prom Night? I Was Really Going To Have To Investigate This Further, I Decided

Good-bye Dr. Steve,' I Said, Then Climbed The Stairs And Went To The Fifth Floor To Die.