I don't like him. He makes me laugh. It'll wrinkle my face.

A good lover? One percent talent and ninety nine percent hard work.

If I knew he loved me for my wealth, I would have told him I was richer.

Love at first sight? Let me just put on my glasses.

Keep trying?
I'd rather keep walking. I mean, whisky is whisky

With a smiling face you become charming and simply irresistable