“Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?”

“Yet do not miss the moral, my good men.For Saint Paul says that all that’s written wellIs written down some useful truth to tell.Then take the wheat and let the chaff lie still.”

“I can't believe that we would lie in our gravesWondering if we hadspent our living days wellI can't believe that we would lie in our gravesDreaming of things that we might have been”

“So what are you doing around here?" I ask, feeling all jittery, but this time it's in a good way."Oh, I was just in the area." he says vaguely. "I thought I'd take Welly for a walk..." He trails off and stuffs his hands in his pockets. Those butterflies are going crazy in there.”

“The first time I met you, I fell in love with you there and then, but you didn't notice me. Then you stood me up. And then I met you again and I hated you. Well, I tried to hated you, but then when you cleaned up after Welly... I fell in love with you all over again.”

“ Have a good time"Yesterday it was my birthday.I hung one more year on the line.I should be depressed.My life's a mess.But I'm having a good time.I've been loving and loving and loving.I'm exhausted from loving so wellI should go to bed.But a voice in my head says,"Ah, what the hell”