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A media perorata ya me había quedado en blanco, bien por efecto de la fórmula explosiva o por la pirotecnia gramatical desplegada por mi buen amigo.

Merceditas, no mentemos a la industria del misal, que es parte del problema y no de la solución.

Barceló signaled to a waiter of such remarkable decrepitude that he looked as if he should be declared a national landmark.

I'm sorry but those señoras are asking you to choose words more carefully. -Well, wouldn't the go f....- responded Fumero loudly.

These people who see sin everywhere are sick in their souls and, if you really press me, in their bowels. The endemic condition of the Iberian saint is chronic constipation.

Bea already has a fiancé. A lieutenant doing his military service. Fermin sighed with irritation. Ah, the army, blight and refuge for the basest simian instincts. All the better, because this way you can cuckold him without feeling guilty.

Poetry, above all, is a series of intense moments - its power is not in narrative. I'm not dealing with facts, I'm dealing with emotion.

Only once did Myra's impassive public facade drop: when she stuck her tongue out at reporters as she left court.

One of the few journalists to whom she spoke relatively unguardedly recalls: 'The one phrase that really sticks in my mind is that she referred to Manchester as "Victim Country".

That was creepy!" Ashley gasped as we hurried through the woods. "It was," I agreed. "And just when I was starting to like him!

Cuando llegue el momento de mi lobotomía, ése es uno de los incidentes sociales que me propongo eliminar.

If you need a handout, all you have to do is ask, please. Only Mimi could be so nice to a thief, Grant muttered under his breath.

Michael stuffed a fistful of popcorn into a yawn. How could he eat at a time like this, Michele wondered.

Bianca and Mindy crept into the room like great big fashionable mice.

Rents were high, according to the ads in real estate agents' windows, but not killer high.

And Charlotte!" said Mrs. Shields in tones of disgust. "Who even knew there was a town called Charlotte?

In the 1950s, heaven was a good place to stash people you weren't going to worry about anymore.

Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, I'm livin' with a prophet.

And where are you going tonight? Katy asked. Cinderella and I are going to the ball. If she loses a glass slipper, I will bring it by tomorrow. He smiled.

Oh, hush! You've already said you aren't the settling type. You can't have wings and roots both, cowboy.

Will you go on a date with me Friday night? A real date, not a pretend one? I'll probably be so clumsy that you won't go out with me a second time, but please say yes.

Jackson's father said she was built like Marilyn Monroe and had the temperament of Maureen O'Hara. The man was a prophet for sure.

pulled falling out of the tree right on

and spaghetti was busgetti