Legal humor here.
“Okay, Helen, no more Scotch for breakfast. I think I’ve achieved déjà-vu à voo-doo.”
“Where’s the damn botox, bitch? And don’t make me ask twice.”
“I don’t know why, but somehow I’m in a Thirteenth Amendment state of mind.”
“Call Al Roker and tell him he’s free. I mean, free to stop acting like an idiot.”
“What is it, Helen? It’s something I’ve always known. That I have the soul of a rail-splitter. And, yes, I will be leaving on the morning train.”
“Mr. Reflection is being an awful meanie this AM.”
“I know I’d look lousy in a beard. I just don’t trust myself with a razor.”
“What am I going to do? I’m going to get it together, and I’m going to kick Stephen Douglas’s ass.”
“Why am I crying, Helen? Because there is nothing so heartless as a mirror, that’s why I’m crying.”
“I think greatness is about to be thrust upon me, and I think I’m going to hate it.”