Four hundred years of losing out on the girl of my dreams isn't sitting very well with me these days.
Somewhere in the crowd was at least one potential friend who'd understand the fundamental value of goofing off. Because if not, how boring would that be?
It's over. Absolutely, completely, eternally over
Where there is life, there is hope.
I'm with him, and he's with me, and that's the way it's meant to eternally be.
Mine. I'm on my side.