It's alright if you love meIt's alright if you don't

I'm not afraid of you running away, I get the feeling you won't.



How art thou?



I truly hope that thou art well.



If you could see me, you would note my hands were clasped over my ample bosom, clutching a handkerchief made from chantilly lace.



Sniffing it.



How come people don't love Los Angeles?



I do not get it.



What in tarnation is wrong with 75-80 and sunny every day?



For crying out loud.



Waaah, everyone is beautiful!



It's sunny all the time!



Waaaah!!