“Baby, you are gonna miss that plane.”

“I’m gonna miss you,” Brianna says.“I’m gonna miss you too, baby,” Angelo murmurs.For Pete’s sake. It’s not like she’s leaving on a trip around the world. She’s only headed to homeroom.”

“You know where you are? You're in the jungle baby. You're gonna DIE!!!!”

“Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb? Mother do you think they'll like this song? Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls?Mother should I build the wall?Mother should I run for president?Mother should I trust the government?Mother will they put me in the firing line?Mother am I really dying?Hush now baby, baby, dont you cry.Mother's gonna make all your nightmares come true.Mother's gonna put all her fears into you.Mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing.She wont let you fly, but she might let you sing.Mama will keep baby cozy and warm.Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,Of course mama'll help to build the wall.Mother do you think she's good enough -- to me?Mother do you think she's dangerous -- to me?Mother will she tear your little boy apart?Mother will she break my heart?Hush now baby, baby dont you cry.Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.Mama wont let anyone dirty get through.Mama's gonna wait up until you get in.Mama will always find out where you've been.Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean.Ooooh baby oooh baby oooh baby,You'll always be baby to me.Mother, did it need to be so high?”

“Baby, God ain't gonna bless you with another woman's husband, not today, not tomorrow, not ever.”

“If you’re gonna be somebody’s heartbreakIf you’re gonna be somebody’s mistakeIf you’re gonna be somebody’s first time, somebody’s last, baby be mine – Hunter Hayes”