I pity the man who wants a coat so cheap that the man or woman who produces the cloth will starve in the process.
I said, wouldn't it be nice, instead of having these women fight with each other over men, which seems to be more of a cliche, wouldn't it be wonderful if they were the true comrades and it took these men much more time to infiltrate their friendships.
If I've still got my pants on in the second scene, I think they've sent me the wrong script.

