This is 1987. A girl can be whatever she wants to be.” “I know,” said Ray. “My mums a plumber.
You better go to someone else for words. All I know is, there are some drums that sound good together and some that don’t. I think we sound good together.
Do you know how much damage we could do to each other in an hour?
You can’t judge a book by its cover,” he said. “No,” said Watts. “But you can tell how much it’s gonna cost!
Check it out. She’s scandalously popular, insanely beautiful, and obviously in the middle of some emotional shoot-out to consent to date the human Tator Tot.
You break his heart,” Watts told Amanda, “I’ll break your face!
Hey, do you want to end this right now?” Her eyes flared. “I wouldn’t have asked you out if I’d wanted to end it. Sit back, eat and enjoy. Pretend I’m dead.
It’s better to swallow pride than blood.