Although we didn't invite Lucinda, she arrived anyway-with a gift. "No need," Char and I chimed together. "Remember when you were a squirrel," Mandy said.
Paramore will be the neighbor that comes over for tea and never leaves.
Two is company; three is fifty bucks.
He got up and there were both of us in our underwear and this kid goes through the whole thing again, all the closets, the bathroom, everything else and then he left.
Yeah, I'll pay your cab fare home, you can even use my best cologne, just don't be here in the morning when I wake up.
I'm one of those people who, even if I'm invited somewhere, I still kinda feel like I'm not supposed to be there.
When I was going away to school, I had a friend who took a liking to my family just a little too much. We couldn't get her out of the house. It took me saying to my parents, 'I don't want her here. I'm feeling replaced.'
Pretty much everywhere I go, I'm pretty much thinking I'm going to be bounced. I am still the outsider who snuck into the party. I identify with the regular person, because that is who I am.
If I see a spider in my room, I gotta sleep on the couch for, like, two days.
I had this dream...that we had this new sixth member, for some reason, and he actually ended up being quite horrible! And he started a fight with me! And I wanted him to go away and none of the boys were helping me!
I am just a thorn in everybody's side.
The first day one is a guest, the second a burden, and the third a pest.
When I go to a party, nobody says hello. But when I leave, everybody says goodbye.
So this bloke says to me, "Can I come in your house and talk about your carpets?" I thought "That's all I need, a Je-hoover's witness".
I've been too many places. I'm like the bad penny.
He never leaves, does he?
Don't look now but there's one man too many in this room and I think it's you!
It's not hard to figure out when you're not welcome.
I'm that crazy-ass drunk uncle that nobody wants to invite to the holidays and birthdays.
The Ancient Mariner seizes the guest at the wedding feast and will not let go until he has told all his story: the prototype of the bore.
One night I was in bed-and remember that I'm on the second floor of a hotel-when I spotted this crab coming toward me across the floor, watching me with his beady little crab eyes. I think he wanted to get in bed with me.
K. Michelle was the worst guest for me.
If you'd lose a troublesome visitor, lend him money.
