Me: Is that really what I look like?
George: Are you sure you want me to answer that?
Me: Give it to me straight.
George: You look like your mouth hurts and you should be sipping margaritas through a straw.
Me: And this is why I love you.
George: Been to the dentist today?
George: Don't drink and blog. You might embarrass all of us.
Me: You're absolutely right. I'll quit while I'm ahead.