As much as I’d like to pretend I’d be above it, ensuring a future for myself and my children would be a priority. Now excuse me while I go brush my teeth cause I just puked in my mouth a little.

I don’t like it, but you’re right. I probably would sell him a hat.

I might have to fire up the 'ol cricut and make this.

That would be sweet, actually.

“Churchill: “Madam, would you sleep with me for five million pounds?”

Socialite: "My goodness, Mr. Churchill… Well, I suppose… we would have to discuss terms, of course… "

Churchill: “Would you sleep with me for five pounds?”

Socialite: “Mr. Churchill, what kind of woman do you think I am?!”

Churchill: "Madam, we’ve already established that. Now we are haggling about the price.”