When I get real bored, I like to drive downtown and get a great parking spot, then sit in my car and count how many people ask me if I'm leaving.

I poured spot remover on my dog. Now he's gone.

It's a beautiful car. If I owned this car, I wouldn't drive it.

The need for parking in that part of downtown has not been clearly demonstrated.

He used to sit very quiet. Dangerous quiet, if you ask me. And he'd stare at her with that look he has. He didn't need drink to make him dangerous.

I had some eyeglasses. I was walking down the street when suddenly the prescription ran out.