You think you know her. Just wait and see the change. I'll have her trained in no time.
Even this vein of writing is so foreign to me that I am amazed.
It's all right; it's not so much fun any more.
There are only two classes - first class and no class.
Why do you knock yourself out? Take it easy.
This dame keeps dragging me into the bushes. Keep your eye open, you may have to rescue me.
I try to think of Pop, but all this does is sink me with memories of him, reawakening the depression over him I've been fighting to get over.