You mean he came to your school? The scandalous rodent-loaf!

It's not like there's a law against flying."

"Yes there is. The law of gravity.

Anyone who takes on my sister," he had postured once, all puffed-out bravado, "will have to deal with ...my sister." And then he'd dived behind her and cowered.

You've got to have, like, a lentil for a soul to hate wiener dogs.

So," he called to her back, "Just out of curiosity, you know, purely conversation and all, at what age will you be entertaining offers of marriage?"

"You think it'll be so easy?" she called back over her shoulder. "No way. There will be tasks. Like in a fairy tale."
"Sounds dangerous."
"Very, so think twice."

"No need," he said. "You're worth it.

Good for you Woods. You're not as dumb as you look. Come to think of it, no one's as dumb as you look.