I Don't Speak Japanese, I Don't Know

There Are Some Things I Don't Understand About Jess And Never Will. No Wedding Dress. No Flowers. No Photo Album. No Champagne. The Only Thing She Got Out Of Her Wedding Was A Husband. (i Mean, Obviously The Husband Is The Main Point When You Get Married. Absolutely. That Goes Without Saying. But Still, Not Even A New Pair Of Shoes?)

We're All Confused, Samantha. We All Need More Time To Think. That's Life. Get Over It.

I'm Never Going To Believe A Poirot Mystery Again. Never. All Those Witnesses Going, "yes, I Remember It Was 3:06 P.m. Exactly, Because I Glanced At The Clock As I Reached For The Sugar Tongs, And Lady Favisham Was Quite Clearly Sitting On The Right-hand Side Of The Fireplace." Bollocks. They Have No Idea Where Lady Favisham Was, They Just Don't Want To Admit It In Front Of Poirot. I'm Amazed He Gets Anywhere.

Me Too." I Agree Fervently. "every Film Should Definitely Have A Message." Which Is True. I Mean... Take The Lord Of The Rings Movies- They've Got Loads Of Messages. Like "don't Lose Your Ring.

Relationships Are A Battle. They Are A Chess Game. And What Did I Do? I Just Threw All My Chess Pieces Down On The Board At Once, And Said, "here! Have Them All!