“Well, bless my soulYou're a lonely soulCause you won't let goOf anything you holdWell, all I needIs the air I breatheAnd a place to restMy head”

“Well, all I need is the air I breathe and a place to rest my head.”

“*The Lonely*Dancing slowly in an empty room.Can the lonely take the place of you?I sing myself a quiet lullaby;Let you go and let the lonely in,To take my heart again...”

“I don't want another pretty faceI don't want just anyone to holdI don't want my love to go to wasteI want you and your beautiful soulYou're the one I wanna chaseYou're the one I wanna holdI won't let another minute go to wasteI want you and your beautiful soul”

“You have my word. I won't let anyone-anything hurt you. This will work out. It will.”

“<…>"You're part-goof all class. Never walked in a room, any room, with a woman on my arm, any woman, who's got your looks, your style, the kinda beauty you got and the light that shines from you. So I don't get it. I don't get how a woman leads a life full of shit and comes out of it bein' part-goof and all class. That shit's impossible but there you fuckin' are. Part-goof, all class." I felt my breath coming fast but managed to whisper, "I'm not part-goof." "You're right. I was bein' nice. You're a total goof." "Am not" "Babe, you call me 'hubby'," he pointed out but my breath came faster because he called me "babe" again. "You are my hubby." "No one says hubby," he told me. "I do," I told him. "All right, I'll rephrase. No one but a goof says hubby."….<…>”