I was told there would be cheese. I smell no cheese. Where is this cheese you speak of?
Biscuits, bed and breakfast? Check, check, check.
You DO realize I’m the conductor on this gravy train, right?
Tar-jay has some darling dog bowls. I’ll take a dozen.
The art of the deal? I gots it, baby.
Lunch break with the ladies who lunch. Sparkling company? That would be me.
Fame is tiring, folks. Greeting all the regulars exhausts a dog.
I prefer a robust Malbec myself. Prosecco will do in a pinch.
No, you said YOU were bringing the coupons. Quit throwin’ shade!
I see people. I see People of Wal-Mart.
I need to pee.