“Wrong.”
“All right, I’m gonna show you one more time!”
“Eh?”
“Have you ever seen someone bowl three hundred and lose?”
“‘Cry Me a River’”
Its shadow.
“What, and give up show business?”
“Oh, dear … there must be.”
I eventually folded.
“No tanks.”
Dogs can’t whistle.
He doesn’t. That’s not my dog.
I don’t know but he’s a dead ringer for his brother.
Ah, yeah, the Callahan twins are drunk again.
“Erica.”
There’s no going back now.
“It’s not hard.”
“Jump, you damn Yankee. Jump!”
OK, you can have the duck.
“Just you wait!” I said.