“You. Yes You”

“You, yes, you, linger inside my heartThe same you who stopped us before we could start.”

“You have stopped the arrow of time...There's no meaning to this rhyme...Because my song will never mean as much as the one..He once sang..For you, yes, you...”

“Crocodile LiesI confess, yes, our Fall was all my faultIf you kissed my eyes, your lips would taste saltBut you think my regret is a lie, and the tears I cryAre the crocodile kind.The sweat on your upper lip starts to boilWhite hot with anger, still convinced I'm your foilYou keep fighting me, though my eyes are freeFrom crocodile lies.You, yes, you, linger inside my heartThe same you who stopped us before we could startI didn't want to leave, but you began to believeYour own crocodile lies.The only person stopping you is yourself,You won't accept that I want no one else,So until you do, I'll let someone else have youEvery day I live the lie,But not the crocodile kind--Marcus Flutie”

“See, my idea of cute comes with an IQ requirement. It's geeky cute. It's Rivers Cuomo, not Justin Timberlake. It's Gideon Yago, not Brian Mcfayden. Jimmy Fallon, yes please! Brad Pitt, no thank you.”

“In theory, you’re supposed to geteveryone’s names and become lifelong friends. I literally had contact with half the kidshere last night, but how in hell do they expect me to differentiate one of my butt-to-buttdancing partners from another? Am I supposed to randomly rub my buttocks up againstpeople to see if we’ve bonded booties before? “Yes, the particular musculature of yourass does feel familiar. 1 remember you now!” Duh.”

“Prayers are answered in one of four ways,” she said. “Yes. No. I havesomething else in mind. And . . .”She paused long enough for my impatience to show. “And what’s thefourth answer?”“Wait,” she said.”