When we played softball, I'd steal second base, feel guilty and go back.
When I was kidnapped, my parents snapped into action. They rented out my room.
When I was in school I cheated on my metaphysics exam I looked into the soul of the boy sitting next to me.
Never shoot up in the air when you're standing under it.
My success has allowed me to strike out with a higher class of women.
My one regret in life is that I am not someone else.
My luck is getting worse and worse. Last night, for instance, I was mugged by a quaker.
My films are therapy for my debilitating depression. In institutions people weave baskets. I make films.
Honey! Bring down a copy of my will - and an eraser!
His lack of education is more than compensated for by his keenly developed moral bankruptcy.
His face was knotted with rage. He felt like fainting but couldn't remember the proper way to fall.
He's dreaming, Cloquet thought, as he stood over him, revolver in hand. He's dreaming, and I exist in reality. Cloquet hated reality but realized it was still the only place to get a good steak.
He's a genius, she's a genius, wow, you know alot of geniuses, you should meet some stupid people sometime, you might learn something.
He was so depressed, he tried to commit suicide by inhaling next to an Armenian.
Having sex is like bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand.
Harvard makes mistakes too, you know. Kissinger taught there.