I think my mind gets the better of me and keeps me from beating the girls ahead of me.

I honestly wasn't expecting that.

We all kind of got mad and I guess we showed it in the four-by-400.

We girls, we're tough, darling. Soft on the outside but, deep down, we're tough.

In my mind, we still haven't played our best volleyball yet. Not as far as the girls clicking at the right time.

Girls marry for love. Boys marry because of a chronic irritation that causes them to gravitate in the direction of objects with certain curvilinear properties.