I’m not God, and I can’t always offer chances. I’m not sure if this won’t be your last.

Low and behold what comes of reading too many romance novels.

Most of my money remains in England, although my unworthy carcass may not under usual circumstances ...

... but we’ll be back for dinner … especially if you’re having soup de jour!”

“Now, Troy! You know very well that soup de jour means ‘soup of the day.’ It changes every time!

And if you ever - and I do mean ever - try to leave me, I’m goin’ with you.

You made a lifetime commitment before God and the world. A silly thing like a divorce doesn’t reverse it.