I can't see how any woman can find time to do to herself all the things that must apparently be done to make herself beautiful and, having once done them, how anyone without the strength of mind of a foreign missionary can keep up such a regime.
Apparently someone blew up down there and we hit his oil. I went up and hit the wall, bent the ball joints, rear end moved over and the wheels were killed. We were just really, really lucky to finish the race.