“Her eyes would make an angel smile.
They'd call her Sunday.
She'll take a man and drive him wild.
Her name is Sunday,
And one day I'm gonna make her mine.
It's gonna be so fine.
You wait and see,
It's gonna be
Just Sunday and me.”

“The one great poem of New England is her Sunday.”

“I'm gonna be dating her in ten years.”

“I'm just a passenger, I'm gonna let you drive me. Anywhere the mood takes you, I'm gonna let you guide me.”

“She's gonna listen to her heart.
It's gonna tell her what to do.
She might need a lot of loving,
But she don't need you.”

“I don’t have an issue with what you do in the church, but I’m gonna be up in your face if you’re gonna knock on my science classroom and tell me they’ve got to teach what you’re teaching in your Sunday school. Because that’s when we’re gonna fight!”

“Sitting with her on Sunday evening — a wet Sunday evening — the very time of all others when if a friend is at hand the heart must be opened, and every thing told…”

“She remember her granny telling her, 'Men are like coal boilers, Ellie. If you find a man you reckon to keep, you got to feed his belly every day, make him burn for you, then release some steam purty regular, or you ain't ever gonna get him to work.”

“I'm never gonna make it without you
Do you really wanna see me crawl?
And I'm never gonna make it like you do
Making love out of nothing at all.”

“I am so pro-swine flu it's ridiculous. We need a plague. It's gotta happen. And don't worry, it's only gonna kill the weak. Seriously. Put on a sweater, take some vitamins, you're gonna be fine! We gotta let mother nature do her thing, man. She keeps trying to help us out and we won't let her do it.”