Breeze it, buzz it, easy does it. Turn off the juice, boy!

You could leave me the stocks for sentiment's sake and ninety percent of the money you make.

I'm still not mollified.

As we pass through arrangements of shadows.

Ah, liaisons!

There's always a woman, the one disappointment, the note that goes sour and gums up the tune.

All right, fifty!

Mama's talkin' loud.

We’ve always belonged together.

Mama’s lettin’ go.

All afternoon, doing every little chore, the thought of you stays bright.

More is better than nothing, true, but nothing's better than more, more, more!

You I love and you I love and you and you I love and you I love and you I love and you and you I love

No one leaves for good.

Perhaps a sticky bun?

Hey, old friend.

Revenge can’t be taken in haste.

Is that just revolting, all greasy and gritty?

Give us more to see.

Give 'em love and what does it get you?