On Hoth, no one can hear your shame.
Selling one of my creations feels like I've betrayed it. Even though it's the best reasons, I hate letting go.
"It's time for you to go home, John!" "Why now?" he whines."Because you suck!"Man, I love kids.
I have no idea what the bushes outside my apartment are, but they smell heady like clean, citrus-kissed skin.