Oh, sure, heap your praise upon my oboe, but just IGNORE my English horn! Allow it to sit there, in all its double-reeded, melancholy-voiced majesty, unloved and unnoticed in the shadow of its pipsqueaky little sister.
I love your hair.
Suzanne: I never use catalogs. I'd rather go in the store and see all the salespeople groveling and sucking up to you.
Julia: Pardon me, I never knew they were so solicitous at the K-Mart.