... resentment is the mortar that holds the bricks of loneliness together in a wall of alienation and despair.
You can roll manure in powdered in sugar, but it still ain't a jelly doughnut.
— Want some cake?
— I don't eat sugar.
— Oh, yeah, me neither. Unless it's in, like, pies and cookies and stuff.
— That poor, clueless bastard.
— It's like watching a dog stick his face in a fan.
— I was just wondering. What does it mean when someone starts crying uncontrollably after sex?
— Well, in my experience, it usually means the conjugal visit's over.
— Bonjour! Are you a friend of Charlie's?
— I'm his brother. So, no.
Reading a self-help book doesn't make you less of a man.
— Uncle Charlie's a genius.
— In a sense. But there's book smart and "look smart".