I don’t get it.
She’s lying. Nostrils may be theatrical but never symmetrical.
A lady saying no is a common occurrence. A lady saying yes would be such a stunner that in the street I would probably get hit by a ‘53 Oldsmobile. 3,000 lbs of solid steel. Now that would break my heart into thousands of tiny pieces. Look it up. It’s happened before. And I don’t have a wooden heart.
Let’s see. I’ll take a Tickle Me Elmo, a Cabbage Patch Kid, a Hatchimal, and… um… two killing jars, please.
Your antlers could use a little work too.
I believe this guy is coco in his nut.
You can’t offend me. My heart is well scarred and crusty. Tender it may once have been but since damaged by the reality of life among the frogs.
I’m sorry I’ve ruined everything.
Heaven help us.
When is dinner?