-Stop asking me why I’m not married or why I’m not getting married soon. You’re only 7 but this is why I’m putting you to bed early. Marriage is not everything. In fact, if you turn out anything like your dad, you won’t be getting married for a while either.
-This is a gym. For working out. You’ve been here for over an hour and you haven’t done anything but sit on the workout bench and watch TV. You’re creeping me out but since you’re old, no one is going to say anything. I want to say something. You’re kind of hot for a guy in his 70s.
-This was an interesting date. Was it a date? I hope you don’t ask me out again because you’re way too nice and way too Jewish. What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you?
-I am so glad that you’re gone and back in rehab. I hope you don’t come back for a really long time and I hope that when you do I can forgive you and we can be sisters again. Right now, I still hate you.
-Please give me another chance because you’re amazing and I’m so so so sorry for what I did and if I were you I wouldn’t give me another chance but please. I lied when I said I just wanted to catch up. You must know that. I’m an awful liar. Truth is that I want to catch up… naked. Badly. And I want to go back to before and why can’t I tell you this? Why are you consuming my thoughts now of all times? Is this punishment for how things ended? We never should have gone to dinner. I have stupid ideas. I should have called when I got back. I'm going to continue being your friend but I can't eat sushi now because I think of you... naked... and my poor decision making.
-I cannot believe your life is advancing and mine is not. When did this all happen?
-I am pissed off at you! Of course you want me to respond and say it’s ok, I’m not pissed. I understand that you’re busy. But I am pissed.
-When she’s over and I’m sitting on the couch next to you and you elbow me when she says something ridiculous, I feel like we’re on the same team and you are a little less disappointed that I didn’t turn out the way you wanted.
-Drugs don’t make you gay, dumbass. You can’t seriously think this, can you? And we’re related. Seriously?!
-I am so happy that you guys are my parents. You will never understand how happy I am. I am so happy that all of the sudden I do feel sorry for having sex in your bed and I am the one that broke the vent when you guys were in LA.
-I have to scratch my left boob so badly that I can hardly stand it. Please stop talking. Please end this meeting. Are we really having a meeting to prepare for another meeting? Really? All I hear you say is blahblahblah. I can’t stop thinking about my boob. I am writing this down on my legal pad instead of taking notes about the importance of our department. I want to scratch my boob.