“You're my woobie!”
“Oh we were just discussing Chris Potter's woobiness.”
“You're my bird," I tell him. "You're my bird and you're going to help me fly away.”
“In my story you're the villain. But in my heart, you're still the reigning King.”
“You're the icing on the cake on the table at my wake, You're the extra ton of cash on my sinking life raft, You're the loud sound of fun when I'm trying to sleep, You're the flowers in my house when my allergies come out.”
“You're my compass, remember? You're here to light my way in the darkness of this world.”