I have simple tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.
You shouldn’t like things because people tell you you’re supposed to.
— Well, what is your type?
— Moms... primarily. Yep, soccer moms, single moms, NASCAR moms. Any type of mom, really.
— That's disgusting. Stay away from my mom.
— Too late, Kev.
— You don't like to be near the water?
— Not without the means to float away on it.
Some people like salt, some people like pepper, some people like salt and pepper. Me, I like women.
Incompatibility — in matrimony a similarity of tastes, particularly the taste for domination. Incompatibility may, however, consist of a meek-eyed matron living just around the corner. It has even been known to wear a mustache.