"let me tell you something: this is the 1990s, alright? in this day and age, a man has to have choices. a man has to have a little bit of variety."

"what are you talking about, variety? hostages? you wanna fuck some other women now? is that what you're talking about, micky? why'd you pick me up? why'd you take me out of my fucking house and kill my parents with me? ain't you committed to me? where are we fucking going?"

"just relax, alright? it's me: your lover. not some demon, not your father, alright, relax."

"no, you're not my fucking lover. your not my fucking... you've been loving me and you've been fucking loving me... huh? you've been loving me real..."

i still recall the taste of your tears
echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears
my favorite dreams of you still wash ashore
scraping through my head 'till i don't want to sleep anymore

you make this all go away
you make this all go away
i'm down to just one thing
and i'm starting to scare myself
you make this all go away
you make this all go away
i just want something
i just want something i can never have