You know, the trouble with women is they ask too many questions. They should spend all their time just being beautiful.
I'm the brass-knucks-in-the-teeth-to-dance-time type.
Johnny, why don't you get rid of the grief you got for that blonde, whoever she is? Every mile we go, you sweat worse with the same pain. Didn't I tell you all females are the same with their faces washed?