You wined me and dined me when I was your girl / Promised if I'd be your wife, you'd show me the world

The car was the color of butter and bore a bumper sticker saying WE’RE SPENDING OUR CHILDREN’S INHERITANCE, a message that I suppose irked Dag, who was bored and cranky after eight hours of working his McJob (“Low pay, low prestige, low benefits, low future”).

an assertory, not a promissory, declaration

Jennifer Jones and her second husband, the conglomerateur and art collector Norton Simon, invited him to their birthday party for David Niven, where the host promoted Gehry to Dorothy Chandler, the imperious dowager of Los Angeles philanthropy.