Sometimes I think of myself as a little bee. I go from one area of the studio to another and gather pollen and sort of stimulate everybody. I guess that’s the job I do.

We dance, we kiss, we schmooze, we carry on, we go home happy. What do you say? Come on.

It's because I like you, I don't want to be with you. It's a complicated emotion.

Or heritage and ideals, our code and standards - the things we live by and teach our children - are preserved or diminished by how freely we exchange ideas and feelings.

Well, at least you have led us to the small mailman and the one who smells of prunes." - "UP

Look, you're really cute, but I can't understand what you're saying

There is a natural hootchy-kootchy motion to a goldfish.