Sure, I’ll have another beer.
Hell, yes, I’ll eat the last piece of pie.
Why, certainly I’ll take some leftover barbecue.
Of course I’ll go swimming with you at Barton Springs.
Another party? Tonight? Yeah, sounds good.
It’s made with eight kinds of liquor? Why not?
Well, gee, I don’t want to hog all the attention, but, oh, OK. I’ll sing a song.
Yes, let’s do take a cab home.
Again? Darling, how can I refuse?
I AM going to get out of bed. Eventually.
A cold damp cloth for my head? You’re an angel.
HAPPY LABOR DAY WEEKEND