
YOU ARE AS SOFT AS A CLOUD WRAPPED IN SILK. I WANT TO MARRY YOU. WILL YOU MARRY ME?
I’M LISTENING, AND I’M REALLY REALLY CONSIDERING IT, BUT THAT WOMAN JUST THREW THE PICKLE OFF HER HAMBURGER.
JUST LET ME HOLD YOU FOR ANOTHER MINUTE. OR FOREVER, BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.
I LOVE YOU TOO. I REALLY DO. BUT IT’S A PICKLE. JUST SITTING THERE ON THE GROUND.