Watch out, Pats, we are now entering a ‘no fun’ zone.
Don't look so worried, darling. We're just coming down to grab a bite of lunch and then we'll take it upstairs. We'll just grab some dry bread and a cup of water and scuttle back upstairs.
Do you want to know some gossip about someone you don't know?
There's nothing you can tell Patsy about arranging balls. She was always very good at genetics.
I'm not surprised. She's been a walking sperm bank most of her life.
Oh, my god, there's something horrible on the stairs.
I'm not blind.