I feel as if I’d been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat.
I’m soaked to the skin with emotion.
It’s not polite to assume that somebody is a liar when you’ve only just met him.
Perception was reality, at least half the time.
— You never get a second chance to make a first impression.
— Please, we're talking about teenagers. They're impressed by shiny objects.
— Thus my earings.
— He's a horny bastard, isn't he?
— I wouldn't know. I just met him.
— I was talking about the dog.
— Well...?
— I like them both exceedingly. But I like Julia best.
— Why?
— Because her Aunt Norris advised me that it must be so!