“Remind me again what's wrong with Dave Matthews?""Basically everything, except technical proficiency," Walter said."Right.""But maybe especially the banality of the lyrics. 'Gotta be free, so free, yeah, yeah, yeah. Can't live without my freedom, yeah yeah.' That's pretty much every song.”

“She looks at me and at Dave. She looks out the curtain and strums her guitar. "Yeah," she says. "Oh yeah. This I can do.”

“Married, Married, Married!Buried!Yeah yeah yeah yeah”

“...And nostalgia is a cancer. Nostalgia will fill your heart up with tumors. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's what you are. You're just an old fart dying of terminal nostalgia.”

“You died in your sleep? Drunk driver? Cancer,huh? World war? Well...yeah those deaths are great and all,but wait till I tell you what happened to me. Yeah...that's right...I said kraken.”

“She’s smokin’ hearts with a burnin’ flameShe’s got a wild side without a nameAnd when she’s riled it’s a cryin’ shameYeah! Yeah! Yeah! I’ve got it badYeah! Yeah! Yeah! I’m going’ madCause in your head you’ve got it rightWon’t go to bed without a fightYou think you’re wise, you think it showsSo show me wise without those clothesIsaac raised an eyebrow at me, but I couldn’t even shrug. I was frozen. My heart had stopped. Everything had stopped.She’s playin’ hardball and it’s nothin’ newShort skirts so enjoy the viewShe’s a coldblooded tease baby through and throughYeah! Yeah! Yeah! I’ve got it badYeah! Yeah! Yeah! I’m goin’ madCause in your head you’ve got it rightWon’t go to bed without a fightYou think you’re wise you think it showsSo show me wise without those clothesCome on Legs don’t go to wasteI could be your only savin’ grace”“Put those morals on the back burnerSomething tells me you’re a fast fast learnerAs I listened to the chorus taunt me over and over again until the song came to a climatic end, I somehow remembered to breathe.”