Rosie Laughed In A Not Too Reassuring

The Fly In Her Argument Is That When She Says, 'they' Will Feel Like Lemons, We Don't Know Who 'they' Are. And 'they' Might Be Lemons.

I Am Exhausted By Trying To Get Along With The Lord.

What Shall I Say? I Must Tread A Fine Line Between Glaciosity And Friendlinosity. With Just A Hint Of 'you Don't Know What You Are Missing, My Fine-feathered Friend.

Love Is A Many Trousered Thing.

As I Have Often Said, She Has Two Styles Of Acting: With Or Without The Beard.