Yes, You Are Exactly My Brand Of

Good Luck, Little Wanderer, Good Luck. How I Wish You Didn't Need It.

I Have An Immature, Homer Simpson-like Tendency To Giggle When I Say The Words 'seminal Fluids' In Public.

You And I Won't Lose Each Other, I Will Always Find You Again. No Matter How Well You Hide. I'm Unstoppable.

What Were You Two Doing Last Night, Discussing The National Debt?

Interceded? You Threw Me To The Sharks!