I approve, as I'm sire the rest of the female population does.

“Who says I have rules?" She waves off my question. "Oh, please. You have so man…”

“My boss is dictating my preventive hangover care, and I just used the word swor…”

“...locking myself in a shell of an existence isn't healing. It's hiding.”

“I’ve been called worse,” he assures me, “and perhaps I am guilty as charged. I …”