"I wish a bitch would... I wish... two bitches ...would. I wish... three and a half bitches would. Matter-of-fact, I wish a plethora... of bitches would. Whenever I see a falling star, I wish that a bitch would.”

Whenever I pass a leprechaun in the street, I pull him aside... and, I wish that a bitch would. If a genie were to grant me three wishes, you know what I would wish for? One: A, Two: bitch, Three: Would. I was born and raised in I Wish A Bitch Woods.

I cross my fingers... and wish a bitch would. I wish, I wish with all my heart, to fly with the dragons and that a bitch would.

"Before blowing out the candles on my birthday cake every single year, you know what I wish for? That a bitch would. If I had one wish~! It would be that a bitch would.

Every moment forward, I throw a penny in the wishing well down the street from my house, in hopes that someday a bitch would. You call it "wishful thinking", I call it "wishful that a bitch would".

My grandmother asks me to fill out a Walmart wish list for Christmas year after year, and you know what I wish for every damn time?

That a bitch would.

Every single Christmas, my mother would sit me up on Santa's lap and Santa would ask me,"Ho ho ho, what do you wish for this year?" "that a bitch would," I replied every single year.

I wish you merry Christmas, I wish you a merry Christmas, I wish you a merry Christmas... and that a bitch would.

I do not wish you well, I do not wish you the best, I wish a bitch would.