You're Going To Blow His

I Saw You Standing On A Veranda You'd Built With Your Own Hands. And I Loved You.

Why Were There No Buoys In Life To Show You The Way?

I Hope That's True, Because I Figured Out Why I'd Never Finished It, What I Was Waiting For. I Was Waiting For You, Clare. For Them. For Us. I Want To Finish It Up For You, For Them, For Us.

She Wants To Learn How To Handle A Gun. Well, I Want George Clooney Naked In My Bed, But I Haven't Attempted Kidnapping. Yet.

Love Is Very Funny Business. And Sex - Well, Let's Face It, Sex Is Hysterical.