(Singing) "I'm addicted..to the sorrow, when the buzz ends, by tomorow...theres a-nother rush of poison flowing into my veins, giving me a dose of pleasure that resides through the pain."

(Talking) "Ouch! Ooh! Such an insult! Let me know when you come up with something creative to call me, you sack of poorly packaged horse shit! Tell the misteas I said hi...shnookums."

(talking) ""Oh~! harder, mommy!"