Honey, could you turn me a glass of wine?
What do you mean you don’t know what day or hour you’ll be coming back?
I think 40 days in the wilderness is long enough. Let’s get the map out.
She would end all their arguments by saying, “well, I’m sorry we can’t all be perfect like you!”
You can feed the masses, but heaven forbid you fix dinner once in a while.
I don’t care if you were born in a barn, close that door!
You can raise Lazarus from the dead! How about lowering the toilet seat?
You disappear for three days, and THAT’S your story!