Bridget Jones

Have been seduced by informality of messaging medium into flirting with office scoundrel. Will persevere with resolution to find a nice sensible man. Will put a stop to flirting... first thing tomorrow. Good plan!

I have two choices. To give up and accept permanent state of sprinster hood and eventual eating by dogs... or not. And this time, I choose not. I will not be defeated by a bad man and an American stick insect. Instead, I chose vodka... and ChakaKhan.

— Daniel, that thing you just did is actually illegal in several countries.
— Well, that is, of course, the major reason I'm so thrilled to be living in Britain today.

— So, how about a drink at my place? Totally innocent, no funny business, just full sex.
— No. I should get a taxi. But thank you for the lovely dinner.

— Yes, why is it there are so many unmarried women in their 30s these days, Bridget?
— I don't know. I suppose it doesn't help that underneath our clothes, our entire bodies are covered in scales.

— Bridget, you should know that there are lots of prospects here for a talanted person... for a person who, you know, perhaps for personal reasons, has been slightly overlooked professionally.
— Thank you, Daniel. That is very good to know, but if staying here means working within 10 yards of you, franckly, I'd rather have a job wiping saddam Hussein's ass.