Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.
Thankfully, there's a cure for youth and stupidity — time and experience.
— What the fuck is wrong with him lately?
— If I knew, I'd buy the cure from Compton's chemists.
Sometimes the best cure for a fantasy is the fantasy itself.
— Hello, Bob. Wanna come over for dinner?
— Are you sick?
— Why do you ask?
— You look sick.
— I am sick.
— You take medicine?
— There is no medicine for what I have.
— Wanna sing?
— Sing?
— Do you know "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands"?
— Yes, I do.
— He's got the whole world in
His hands
He's got the whole wide world
Come on.
He's got the whole world
in His hands
He's got the whole wide world
in His hands
It's on the ground. Repeat.
The plane is on the ground.