Here comes the lovely mom-to-be.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
You look beautiful.
You have a radiant glow, almost an angelic—
Baby socks filled with nickels.
It's my go-to weapon from juvie.
These are gonna be hitting the faces of anyone who pisses me off.
Velvet slippies, cashmere socks, velvet pants, cashmere turtle.
I'm a cashmere-velvet candy cane.
- And you don't need to respond 'cause I know you have trouble saying how you feel— - I love you too.
I've never been that certain about anything.
I once even tried to rent socks.
How did I say that that easily?
I mean, I get how you said it.
I'm a total smokeshow.