Amy Margolis

This is so good.

Can we talk about Seven Brides for Seven Brothers? (Maybe not today but sometime.)

Uh oh.

I got to tell Philip Roth to watch himself at a college graduation. Somebody had to.

Hi, Mo!!

Marjorie Taylor Greene is threatening fisticuffs if Sarah McBride uses the ladies’ room. What a twat.

I would join you, but the newspaper says audiences are SINGING ALONG. I don’t tolerate singalongs.

Good times.

Cinnabar!

There you are! Now I know where I am over here (outside your window). Do you still have your plum Fiesta place settings?

In five hundred years this would not have occurred to me. Thank you.

I enjoy a Snack Pack. I forgot about that one.

Jerry! I go where you go. I’m stickin’ to you like glue!

It’s possible (certain) I don’t yet understand them.

You make a fair point.

I don’t understand these “starter packs” at all. Apart from cigarettes (how I miss you, old friends), I don’t favor packs of any kind.

This right here is a masterful sentence. This one has it all (that footnote!). Swoon.

What am I doing wrong?

He blocked, but did he parry, did he evade? He did not. He’s down.

Lordy. That takes some cheek, Elizyla. Some big-ass cheek!

Hello? Anybody home?