My Girl

Dad, I don't want to upset you, but my left breast is developing at a significantly faster rate that my right. It can only mean one thing. Cancer. I'm dying.

Vada

I'm going home.

Vada

I'm gonna marry Mr. Bixler.

Vada

Why do you think people want to get married?

Vada

Daddy, how come that coffin is so small?

Veda

I only surround myself with people I find intellectually stimulating.

Veda