“A dance club? Why don’t you juststab me in the eye with this fork?”

“Why is it forked?”

“I don’t understand why they trippin’,If you ask me,Flow is just as nice as,I admit the propane,I just spit, probably, Just raise the gas prices,Everybody in the club, Try and get as fresh as me,What you want dog,Trying to stay recession free,And spit, refreshly, ”

“I'm happy here, and why change when you love the club and the club's in a really good position right now.”

“I don’t know how they do it. I don’t know how anybodydoes it, waking up every morning and eating and movingfrom the bus to the assembly line, where the teacherbotsinject us with Subject A and Subject B, and passingevery test they give us. Our parents provide the list ofingredients and remind us to make healthy choices: onesport, two clubs, one artistic goal, community service, nogrades below a B, because really, nobody’s average, notaround here. It’s a dance with complicated footwork anda changing tempo.I’m the girl who trips on the dance floor and can’t findher way to the exit. All eyes on me.”

“You don’t have to tell me why, if you tell me why you won’t tell me why. Or at the very least tell me why you won’t tell me why you won’t tell me why.”