If there’s a God in heaven, what’s he waiting for?
Us to stop talking? 
Is You Is Or Is You Ain’t My Baby?
Well according to the Paternity test, I is.
What the hell can you do my friend, in this place that you call your town?
Well, there’s always gambling.
Why can’t you have your cake and eat it, too?
Why believe in things that make it tough on you?
Why scream and cry when you know it’s true?
Why fall in love when there’s better things to do?
Jeez, that’s a lot of questions. Because I can?
Isn’t it good, Norwegian wood?
Man, Ikea advertises everywhere!
Is it any wonder I’m not the President?.
Yes, Al, it is.
I dunno, somehow I can’t help thinking that this line should be reported to the police…
It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here?
What better time than now?
Um… I’m merging onto the highway at the moment. Can I get back to you?
What is this thing called love?
has been de-mystified by generations of jazz musicians as
What is this thing called, love?
Why don’t we do it in the road?
Um… besides the obvious??
Whatever happened to Fay Wray?
Tell me more, tell me more, was it love at first sight?
Is that the question? If so, who answers?
She fell for the wrong guy. Got carried away.
Not for me, but as for him…well, modesty forbids. <blushes>
Is it true that I’ve lost you?
I thought it was Elvis Costello.
Everyday I write the book.
Where do I begin to tell the story of how great a love can be?
Umm, how about to those people, over there on the other side of the room.
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Let’s see how tonight goes first.
I’ve been pushed down, I’ve been pushed 'round, when will I be loved?"
What’s your safe word?
Could it be magic?
It’s not magic, it’s illusion!!!
Hah! Amazing how much one can guess from context. Anyhew:
Do you know the way to San Jose?
Yes. And for $5.95 I’ll draw you a map.
How can I be sure?
Just start a thread in Great Debates. You’ll get all sorts of jim-crack expertise.
Why am I so blue?
Because of anoxia. It’s a common side effect of death.
Where is the love, where is the luh-uh-uv?
Madam Rachel’s. Business district, left at Third, two blocks down, on the right. Tell 'em LiveOnAPlane sent you. They take credit cards and Traveler’s Cheques.
Oh, yeah, and cash of course. I think Krugerrands, too.
More likely they went up to Brokeback Mountain.
Actually, it’s not on fire. It’s undergoing nuclear fusion.
I’m sorry, I can’t help myself.
’Zat You Santa Claus?
No. But if you’re Mrs. Claus and you’re cute, ask me again.
Isn’t it Ironic? Don’t you think?
Uh, no actually I don’t think it is ironic, at least not by any universally accepted definition of the word. A traffic jam is a bad thing, yes. But it isn’t ironic. That’s called not leaving for work early enough to account for such random occurrences.
Maybe if you had taken my advice, you know, the GOOD advice you just didn’t TAKE, in regards to leaving the house soon enough, this would not have happened. And I tried to tell you what a disaster it would be if you scheduled your wedding during the monsoon season. But NOOOOOOO you had to do things your way.
Maybe the song should have been titled, “Irresponsible”.
Isn’t it irresponsible? Don’t you think? Why yes. Yes it is.