I mean, there are cordials and then there are cordials.

Expertly crafted no less with hand-picked elderflowers, don't you know?

And then handed to me, preferably in a glass of sparkling.

Want to know a secret?

I don't let the kids near it. It's just for me and the girls.

And that bottle, ooh, it's a thing of beauty.

Did I tell you I'm watching off the cordial?

It's like evening wear for water.

Bottle green at a dash of extraordinary.

Look into his eyes. They're the eyes of a man obsessed by sex.

Eyes that mock our sacred institutions.

Betrubized they call them in a fight on day.

Hey, Avaline, you got a boyfriend?

Because my man E here, he just got his heart broken, he thinks you're kind of cute.

The girls got a hair stand. Oh my.

The women know about shrinkage.

Isn't it common, what do you mean, like laundry? It shrinks.

Can we not talk about sex so much?

Are you kidding me?

Oh my god, I feel so drunk.

Being bad feels pretty good.

But you know, Emily's not the kind of girl you just play with.

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