"Who do you belong to?" Wrapped around his feet was a small cat. It was a fluffy grey striped cat.

"I haven't got the time to keep up with you." "That's rather depressing."

"Look! Thanks to you I'm getting dumped all the time." "Oh? Isn't it just because of your everyday behaviour?"

"That's right. At the least I wish they'd add one to the first floor as well ... Wait a mo! Why are you here!?" "'Why' is obvious isn't it? It's so we can go to the toilet together."

You're overworked.

You should have seen yourself, yawning all through the meeting.

You're out of it.

He's not really your father. Heh-heh.

We're counting on you to be the life of the party. It'll bomb if you don't come.

When I told her I'd never seen such a homely girl, she accused me of sexual harassment.