“He broke up with me.""Because you weren't in love with him. That's an iffy proposition, and I think he's handling with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.""No one has a boom box anymore. That was the eighties.”
“I think he’s handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.”
“Where was a boom box when you needed one?”
“He'll never compose whole odes to my beauty and grace. He'll never show up with a boom box to reenact Say Anything outside my window. He'll never drive over at three a.m. because I'm sick and can't sleep and just want to feel his arms around me.”
“Boy you got my heartbeat running away, beating like a drum and it's coming your way..can't you hear that boom, badoom,boom,boom, badoom, boom, bass, he got that super bass..-(right eyebrow raised)->>>>>”
“I don't have a list or anything. I just haven't met that person that I want to hold a boom box up for yet.”