I usually know almost exactly how I feel. The problem is, I just can't tell anyone.

“No. The answer was no, I was not all right. I nearly got knocked out. Knocked o…”

“Someday you're really going to have to describe to me in more detail what life …”

“I like 'em big. And stupid. Don't tell my husband.”

“great. now i was starting to get jealous of myself.”