Call you up in the middle of the night. It's awful hard trying to make love long distance, but I really need stimulation.

I took a fresh pack of Luckies, a mint called Sen-Sen, my old man's Trojans.

I am, as I've said, merely competent. But in an age of incompetence, that makes me extraordinary.

Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight, and make sure that all her dreams are sweet? Said now, would ya guide her on the roads, and make them softer for her feet? Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight, and make sure that she's gonna be alright, until she's home and here with me.

Give a moment or two to the angry young man with his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand.

I'm sure you have some cosmic rationale, but here you are with your faith and your Peter Pan advice.

I've come to realize that life is not a musical comedy, it's a Greek tragedy.