You Can Bite Me If You Want.

Can I Cut Off Your Head?" "are You Asking For My Permission?

When I Was A Little Kid, Before I Learned How To Write, I Would Tell Stories.

As I Drifted Off To Sleep, I Could Hear Him Breathing, And That Definitely Helped Me Relax.

Fine. Whatever. I Don’t. Nobody Understands Your Pain, Mae. Because It Is So Unique! Nobody’s Ever Loved Something So Much They Would Do Anything To Save It, Except For You, Mae. You Cornered That Market!

You Know What Would Be Fun? Nobody Wants To Play Guitar Hero. But You Can Play The Beatles! You Loved The Beatles!