Party Chatterbox Prints

"I am, of course, quite fit, or, if you prefer, quite extraordinarily fit, but I wouldn't say I was 'perfectly fit.'"

"I blame the government for everything. What do you do?"

"Hi! I'm Greg Holbrook, born in L.A., now live in Stamford with my wife and three kids, went to school at Exeter, graduated Yale '38, did a two-year hitch in the Navy, now write copy for McCann-Erickson, my hobbies are tennis and sailing. Who are you and what do you do?"

"Yes Dad, I passed math and now I'm passing chemistry and physics."

"Could you please focus on the objective of this meeting, Tom... you can get back to your 300 followers later."

'Humans are so considerate: They put perches like these for us on every one of their houses...'

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

Moo Out Loud

"I've had a lot of exercise today! I jumped to several conclusions, ran my mouth on the phone, and I just cycled through 500 cable channels!"

"Nice talking to you too, even if you are a recorded message."

The Mating Call of the Modern Youth

Fred's new phone plan included unlimited Dada.

"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.'

'Charles is a linguist. He speaks three language...golf, baseball and football.'

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

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

Flotation Device on the Phone

"I can't believe this! All these filthy messages on your cell phone! And so many of them! What is it? 100? 500? 1,000?"

The Exhaustive Bro Catch Up

Person talks on phone as other blogs.

"I figure if I don't have that third martini, then the terrorists win."

"I told you never to call me here."

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

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

Social media messages

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

'If that's the Police Station - we're not here!'

Time for Tea

Eric knew where all the real slappers hang out.

At Gossips Anonymous...

Mummies and babies having a natter over lunch.

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

"I can't even hear myself think now that everyone has a blog."

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