[into the order box at a drive through] 'uhh yea, i wanna dance with somebody?'
[from the speaker] 'do you wanna feel the heat with somebody for an extra 99c?'
'uhh yea, and i wanna dance with somebody with a side of somebody who loves me'
'sorry we're all out of somebody who loves you, is pepsi ok?'
[tyres screeching as i burn out of there]
[looking up from the operating table, masked, covered in blood, wielding two wickedly sharp instruments, having engaged in a procedure wholly unnatural and involuntary; shrugging] I wanna know what love is!
[pointing] I want YOU to show me!
[leaning out from behind a partially disassembled motorcycle engine on the workbench] Love is a battlefield