I didn't really like doing commercials. You had to behave like you were on angel dust or something.

I lost you when you left me to find yourself.

Well, look who I ran into," crowed Coincidence. "Please," flirted Fate, "this was meant to be.

I know how to make an audience laugh, 'cause I grew up on Third Rock from the Sun, week after week in front of audiences, making them laugh.

I know other worlds exist. I can see them in my peripheral vision.

Your kisses are snowflakes: each one is unique. They land on me, before they melt away and leave me cold.

That you can be whatever you want to be, whoever you want to be, regardless of your gender.