She can get the pop tart out of the toaster in one piece.
Pupil: Dead I didn't even know he was sick!
He always tells them with a dead Pan face.
It's a piece of cake.
This is my body, I'm nice with jam."
Pop-tart.
I want you inside of me.
You didn't pop out of a toaster.
Yours.
Why ya going to the airport? Flying Somewhere?" : "How'd you guess?" : "Well, I saw your luggage, then when I saw the airplane ticket I put two and two together. So where you headed?" : "Aspen." : "Mmm, California.. Beautiful."