Chatterbox In Training Gifts

Small Talk

Annual run-off at the mouth.

Pretty girls listen patiently. They know you'll soon get tongue-tied and won't be able to talk anymore.

Moo Out Loud

Another Filibuster from the Secretary of the Interior of My Car

"I like them. They hate the same things we do."

'I don't like her line of gossip - it's never about anyone I know.'

'I don't get it. He's got only one tongue and two ears, but he talks twice as much as he listens.'

'Look, honey, the baby's got your mouth.'

'What do you mean I've wolfed that down? You've never stopped nattering!'

The Exhaustive Bro Catch Up

'Have you heard the news about Susan in logistics?...'

'Be careful what you say around Marjorie...'

'Can't we ever just have a conversation?'

Time for Tea

Mummies and babies having a natter over lunch.

At Gossips Anonymous...

"He talks at 100 miles an hour." "With gusts up to 120."

"If you think I talk too much, you should come right out say so! That way we can talk about it."

Eric knew where all the real slappers hang out.

"She can be outspoken."

"Don't you hate it when someone answers their own questions? I do."

"Who's up for some commercially successful music?"

"Oh, I see you're busy, so I'll keep talking."

'Tell me a little bit about yourself.'

"It's not that I dislike being dead. It's just that death is for dead guys, you know..." Woody Allen dies, but his body keeps talking and talking and talking.

'That dress certainly matches your eyes.'

Bla Bla Bla

Verbal blogger.

'The seven yeah itch.'

"It was all that running around town buying diet books that achieved my weight loss."

'Blah, blah, blah....'

'Oh, Goody, football - we'll be able to talk without feeling we're missing something.'

'Do you get the feeling there isn't much substance in most conversations?'

"I actually don't have anything to say, but I missed the sound of my own voice."