You never notice my new outfits. This one with the feather fan cost me three mice and a vole. You could at least look at it.
Hilda was forced to raise her little one by herself after her husband ran off with that Goodall tramp.
Oh, the bottom part? That's my late husband.
"Honey, why is there nothing to eat in here? It's your job to do the shopping, you know. Wouldja go out and get me a pizza and some brewskies before the game starts?"