Moordwijven

Cosmetic Surgeon:
Which one of the ladies had the appointment for the Anal Bleach?

Kitty:
An affair?

Nicolette:
That's what I heard. With one of his patients.

Kitty:
Well, he sure kept that a secret.

Nicolette:
After her breasts, lips and buttocks, he obviously couldn't stop filling her up.

Kitty:
Poor Marilou. I can understand her getting upset.

Nicolette:
Where did she learn to shoot like that?

Kitty:
Didn't she practice bow shooting?

Nicolette:
That's right. But try putting a bow inside a handbag.

Nicolette:
Who was there for him 24 hours a day? Who held his hand when he was ill? [gets carried away] Who satisfied all his whims, however fanciful, without any protest whatsoever?

Kitty:
[throws Nicolette a puzzled look] Who?

Nicolette:
Why, you!

Kitty:
Hire a hit man? I can't even get someone for the garden.

Route Planner:
You have reached your destination. Beware of pickpockets.

Nicolette:
Sometimes I wonder if we shouldn't do something.

Estelle:
About what?

Nicolette:
All the misery in the world.

Estelle:
Last month we had that charity dinner for Darfur, didn't we? The tickets were more then 600 euro.

Nicolette:
But that is so... uninvolved. I bet those people don't have a clue we eat for them.