“It's wonderful how, the moment you talk about God and love, your voice becomes hard, and your eyes fill with hatred. No, Margret, you certainly haven't the true faith.”
“Autumn is my spring!”
“It's wonderful how, the moment you talk about God and love, your voice becomes hard, and your eyes fill with hatred. No, Margret, you certainly haven't the true faith.”
“Autumn is my spring!”
And just when you thought this country couldn't get any tackier.
And just when you thought this country couldn't get any tackier.