The guy is like a torpedo,

I could go on like this forever, but would I ever find a place that was meant for me? Like, for example, where? After lengthy considerations, the only place I could think of was the cockpit of a two-seater Kamikaze torpedo-plane. Of all the dumb ideas. In the first place, all the torpedo-planes were scrapped thirty years ago

He knows all the lyrics.

When I stayed, I was like, 'Babe, I need underwear, socks, shoes, everything,'

Sex is like money, golf and beer - even when it's bad, it's good.

I guess the ref just felt disrespected by me spinning out of his arms. I kind of feel that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.