Diamond and Annabelle:

Hey, do they still mainline mascara down to Baltimore?

Could be my memory ain't what it used to be.

Shadows talk to me.

Sure beats being alone.

And you want everything? Well, I got three.

Three of everything, and half of everything else.

An ta tra fo!

Connect the dots, what have we got?

One big fucking dot.

Cortner Automatic, Cortner Automatic, hey!

It was pouring outside, we were pouring inside.

Third time's the charm, fourth time's the bomb.

We're working on a fifth.

Mr. X, with your nostalgia for being a young rogue and mastering the empty gesture,

but oh yeah, you stopped after that broken heart.

And there she is on his arms,

and one door opens for you to take the air.

There's a bitter home at the end of this road.

There's no better home in the sky.