I don't think so, unless it's for those old ladies who wear hair nets and by dog food all the time.
Darling, don't you recall the day where you taught me about your milkshake and you did, indeed, charge? I'm just using what I bought.
Oh, you. Know just what to say to make a boy smile, don't you, Greg?
Well, I am immobile for a bit, so that does count as convenience, I think. Can't get away, at least. I'll even put on pants for them! No pervert here! And I'd love it if you did, darling, I bet you have beautiful and pornographic prose. You could dedicate it to Ray, even. Very romantic. I'll write you one and dedicate to Jules. And said no, I don't. I know a spattering of Welsh for no real reason. But you are forgetting, my darling Dr.House, that I'm Sir Jack Dent, and they know I speak English. And that I'm utterly charming and want to save the world, starting with Africa. I did scare one away this morning when I was having a morning tear up, though, so perhaps that is all I need do?