She was pensive, she drooped; more than once she sighed unromantically through her nose; she went off into brown studies;

You are, however, constantly aware that you’re driving a Sports Car. Like Prospero’s isle, the C-5 is full of noises. Some have been left in on purpose; it’s supposed to sound vimful and virile.

You're tired of all the ads on TV? I hear ya.

You're an old woman, Emily, and there's no fool like an old fool. The man's twenty years younger than you, and don't you fool yourself as to what he married you for. Money!