So I’m thinking of going blond. What do you think? Great idea?

So I’m thinking of going blond. What do you think? Great idea?
So we tell them we’re twins, who wouldn’t believe that?
If I’m late again for dinner, she is going to kill me. Out of the way.
As Nabakov said, The evening is the time to praise the day.
Even birds need their day in the sun, you know. But now, let’s eat dinner.
IT’S CATTLE EGRET WEEK!
Take the picture already. My wings are getting tired. Being a model is hard work!
Sing with me sisters: There’s a place for us, Somewhere a place for us.
As my pal Groucho said: I had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.
If this isn’t heaven it is as close as I can ever hope to get.
Call me what you want, I don’t care, but don’t call me late for dinner.