1st Valentine's Day: 200,000 BC men and women congregate on opposite sides of Pangaea, waiting for someone to make the first move.

No one knows who the real me is, so I can be a hundred different kinds of me.

I'm just happy our nations are on the same page of keeping shitty reality TV on the air. Small world!

This is very ambitious, but I don't care. I'm just gonna go ahead and find Amelia Earhart. Every day that goes by, I just fear the worst for her.

One good thing about being locked in a cage: No responsibility!

Mel: What was your name again? Rain: Rain. Mel: Oh that's nice. Kind of like bad weather.

He resisted for a while and there were some legal boundaries, you know, keeping me from being near him or his family, but in the end, love overcame. And I got what I wanted. I always get what I want.