Book: The Bridget Jones's Diary.. Page 3

"Mom," I said. - Tom knew he was gay from the age of ten.
- Oh, dear! believe me! You know how people get these silly ideas. They can always talk.
- Does this mean that if I especially convincing conversation with you, you'd leave dad and started having an affair with Auntie Audrey?

Sometimes I look around the office, you see how all of continuously knocking on the keyboard, and begin to doubt, does work does anyone.

What about my human rights not to hang around with a stamp of ugliness on my face?

- You need a car to get to London? I'm staying here, but they may cause your machine, it will take you.
How is she? - I was surprised.
- My God! Mark drives a company car, he has a driver, silly, explained young.
- Thank you, very nice of you and thanked me. But I'm going to go in the morning, on one of their trains.

It struck me as funny to be called Mr. Darcy and to stand on the sidelines, looking contemptuously at the other guests. Like having the name Heathcliff, and therefore spend the whole evening in the garden, shouting "Cathy!" and banging my head against the tree.

It's bad. When someone leaves you, not only that you miss him, moreover, that the whole little world you've created together collapses, and everything you see or do reminds you of him. The worst idea that he had you, and in the end I collected all the parts that summed up the amount and put you on a stamp DEFECTIVE PRODUCT.

The only way to achieve success with men is disgusting to behave with them.

I need to have a serious discussion about your blouse. It is extremely thin. Upon closer examination, she is thin almost to transparency. Did it ever occur to you that your blouse might be suffering from bulimia...?

Took a firm decision to deal with systematic delays in the work, unwillingness to look in the mailbox, which is Packed with threats from the tax office, etc. And begin to cultivate, and for this to control all their actions by the minute.
7:00. Weighed.
7:03. Came back to the bed, upset because of weight.

Satan's smoke is in the birthday throw.

I realized that the secret to losing weight is to not weigh.