“It has come to the point where if I know I'm leaving a house with a man, I can factor in a bathroom visit or a phone call or both, and when I'm done, he'll almost be done tying his shoes.”

“And I got the point that I should leave you alone, but we both know that I'm not that strong.”

“You know, I'm the only one in this family who has no problems, . . . And you know why? Because any time I'm feeling blue, or puzzled, what I do, I just invite a few people to come visit me in the bathroom, and—well, we iron things out together, that's all.”

“I don't know anything about press conferences.""Oh, just Google it. I'm sure someone's written an article on holding a successful one. I mean, if the President can manage it, I'm sure you can. He looks like he can barely tie his shoes without help.”

“All My LifeAll my life I've been searching for somethingSomething never comes, never leads to nothingNothing satisfies, but I'm getting closeCloser to the prize at the end of the ropeAll night long I dream of the dayWhen it comes around and it's taken awayLeaves me with the feeling that I feel the mostFeel it come to life when I see your ghostCalm down, don't you resistYou've such a delicate wristAnd if I give it a twistSomething to hold when I lose my gripWill I find something in thereTo give me just what I needAnother reason to bleedOne by one hidden up my sleeveOne by one hidden up my sleeveHey don't let it go to wasteI love it but I hate the tasteWeight keep pinning me downHey don't let it go to wasteI love it but I hate the tasteWeight keep pinning me downWill I find a believerAnother one who believesAnother one to deceiveOver and over down on my kneesIf I get any closerAnd if you open up wideAnd if you let me insideOn and on I got nothing to hideOn and on I got nothing to hideHey don't let it go to wasteI love it but I hate the tasteWeight keep pinning me downHey don't let it go to wasteI love it but I hate the tasteWeight keep pinning me downAll my life I've been searching for somethingSomething never comes, never leads to nothingNothing satisfies, but I'm getting closeCloser to the prize at the end of the ropeAll night long I dream of the dayWhen it comes around and it's taken awayLeaves me with the feeling that I feel the mostFeel it come to life when I see your ghostThen I'm done, done, on to the next oneDone, done, and I'm on to the next oneDone, done, and I'm on to the next oneDone, done, and I'm on to the next oneDone, done, and I'm on to the next oneDone, done, and I'm on to the next oneDone, done, and I'm on to the next oneDone, I'm done, and on to the nextDone, done, on to the next oneDone, I'm done, and on to the next oneDone, done, on to the next oneDone, I'm done, and on to the nextHey don't let it go to wasteI love it but I hate the tasteWeight keep pinning me downHey don't let it go to wasteI love it but I hate the tasteWeight keep pinning me downDone, done, on to the next oneDone, I'm done, and on to the next”

“Some day I'm gonna call me up on the phone, so when I answer, I can tell myself to shut up.”