What Happens in New York

I just don't get it. You've been in love with this bloke since you were a kid, and he's never once got his hair cut short enough that it doesn't poke him in the damn eye.

You’d have coffee on a drip if you could, wouldn’t you?

Not bad”? Are you kidding me? He looks like that and his kissing skills are “not bad”? You’re killing me here.

Stress was a bitch. It had ruined her complexion, digestive system, hair, and shoulder muscles more than once.

You were sizzling, like sausages in a frying pan.

Sorry we’re late. Liam had to make sure his hair fell just right.

We all make mistakes. The more you punish yourself for them, the harder it is to live.