I think I'm supposed to "take a sad song and make it better," but that's beyond my musical ability

I walked in on my folks doing it doggy style less than four hours ago."
"Waitress!" Jonas screamed, clicking his fingers madly. "Bring two!" then, more quietly,"You want a neck massage? A bedtime story? A bullet in the ear?

Who is your favorite character in the series? Or...if that's too hard, why do you like each one and who drives you crazy?

Puck: Well, she likes me best, of course. I'm the handsome, charming one.

Ash: Yes, that's why she gave you your own book. Oh, wait.

Puck: No one asked you, ice-boy.

How funny are dogs?

Where’s the ice cream?”
“In the oven.

Do ever respond to a question without asking another question?
Does it bother you?
No. But it does confirm my hypothesis.
What hypothesis?
He let out a heavy sigh, and with it, all the residual warmth from our flirty banther evaporated. " You're a shrink," he said. He might as well have accused me of being a traitor or a murder or a Kardeshian.