Playing by Heart

— That's the ugliest cat I've ever seen.
— She's an angel.
— She only has one eye.
— Yeah, but it's her good one.

Talking about love is like dancing about architecture.

— I like your tight body. It looks like it would do what I tell it.
— What?
— I said...
— No, I heard what you said. And I'll admit that "What?" was a rather banal, cliche, noncolorful response. What I really meant to say was, "Why don't you do the world a big, fat, fucking favor... and crawl back into your mother's womb?"