Uncle Wiggily In Connecticut Quotes

Mary Jane. Listen. Please," Eloise said, sobbing. "You remember our freshman year, and I had that brown-and-yellow dress I bought in Boise, and Miriam Ball told me nobody wore those kind of dresses in New York, and I cried all night?" Eloise shook Mary Jane's arm. "I was a nice girl," she pleaded, "wasn't I?

I was a nice girl," she pleaded, "wasn't I?

Веднъж се спънах и паднах - продължи тя. - Чаках го както винаги на автобусната спирка пред павилиона, но той закъсня, и когато се зададе, автобусът вече тръгваше. Спуснахме се да го гоним, но аз паднах и си навехнах глезена. А той вика: "Горкото мече-буболече". Задето паднах, де. Горкото мече-буболече, казва. Господи, какъв мил беше. - А Лю няма ли чувство за хумор? - Какво? - Казвам, Лю няма ли чувство за хумор? - Дявол знае. Може и да има. Смее се, като гледа карикатури и разни такива.

I thought you told me Jimmy Jimmereeeno was run over and killed." "What?" "You heard me," Eloise said. "Why are you sleeping way over here?" "Because," said Ramona. "Because why? Ramona, I don't feel like--" "Because I don't want to hurt Mickey." "Who?" "Mickey," said Ramona, rubbing her nose. "Mickey Mickeranno.

Well," Mary Jane said. "That isn't everything. I mean that isn't everything." "What isn't?" "Oh... you know. Laughing and stuff." "Who says it isn't?" Eloise said. "Listen, if you're not gonna be a nun or something, you might as well laugh.

If you ever get married again, don't tell your husband anything. Do you hear me?' 'Why?' said Mary Jane. 'Because I say so, that's why,' said Eloise. 'They wanna think you spent your whole life vomiting every time a boy came near you. I'm not kidding, either. Oh, you can tell them stuff. But never honestly. I mean never honestly. If you tell 'em you once knew a handsome boy, you gotta say in the same breath he was too handsome. And if you tell 'em you knew a witty boy, you gotta tell 'em he was kind of a smart aleck, though, or a wise guy. If you don't, they hit you over the head with the poor boy every time they get a chance.' Eloise paused to drink from her glass and to think. 'Oh,' she said, 'they'll listen very maturely and all that. They'll even look intelligent as hell. But don't let it fool you. Believe me. You'll go through hell if you ever give 'em any credit for intelligence. Take my word.