Or Was He Saying, "hi! Wanna Play?"

And So As Much As I Can, I Care About Her, Dear Deborah. It's Probably Not Love, But I Would Rather She Were Happy.

It's Always Me, Isn't It? I'm Not Really A Very Nice Person, But For Some Reason It's Always Me That They Come To With Their Problems.

A Man Can Take Only So Much. Even A Phony Man Like Me.

I Think That's Nice, And If I Could Have Feelings At All I Would Have Them For Deb.

In Its Own Way The Kiss Had Been An Act Of Murder.