Pseudo-New Yorker

Legal humor here.

“Very pretty! But can it fly?”

“You tell him you’re a Guinea Hen. I’ll take my chances.”

“Pretty tails hatch no eggs, Helen. Pretty tails hatch no eggs.”

“After three drinks they all look pretty to me.”

“He’s kind of a one-trick pony, if you know what I mean.”

“Well, you ought to mind picking up after that.”

“You could write a country and western song about him, that’s for sure, but it wouldn’t have a happy ending.”

“Does he have a friend? I don’t think he needs a friend!”

“Hey pretty boy! Do they make a mirror big enough for you?”

“Where is Sandra Fluke when you need her, eh?”