It was like a Legoland of sex after those concerts, darling. Everybody was connected to someone else by something.
Sweetie, this is premature aging. Therefore I can legitimately have it corrected.
If you mean the time you woke me stoned out of your brain and slurred, “By the way, people have it off,” then yes you told me the facts of life.
I’m talking to my friend, is that alright? God, it’s like living with a chronically depressed budgerigar living with you.
Here’s my list. Oh hang on, she’s out, she screwed me. Oh and he’s in, he screwed me.
Why does everything you wear look like it’s bearing a grudge?
Mummy’s upset as well. Give me a hug, darling. Squish, squish. Aww, squish, squish. I can’t do that… tears thing you do. Squish, squish.
Get a haircut and a boiler suit so I don’t keep having to explain you to my friends.
Bloody bastard asthmatic cab driver!
A mixed-race baby’s the finest accessory anyone in my position could have. It’s the must-have of the season. It’s the Chanel of babies!