One and one is eleven.
Listen honey, would I lie to you to get in your pants?
Drop out of school before your mind rots from exposure to our mediocre educational system. Forget about the Senior Prom and go to the library and educate yourself if you've got any guts. Some of you like Pep rallies and plastic robots who tell you what to read.
Gave my money all to you, took my watch and pawned it, too.
Well Mike, I'm abnormal.
It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia.