Eric, we need to talk. For the last few months, I've felt us drifting apart and becoming strangers. I can't live with a stranger, Eric. I can't love someone who doesn't know me.
I'd like to have this conversation now, but I can't. A car just went by blaring rap music. I could only hear a little but now I have the words, "Nice n' Greasey" in my head.
I'm serious, Eric. I need you to be serious. We started off with so much love, so much passion, but now it's like we might as well be brother and sister sleeping together. I feel...
Nice n' Greasey?
Eric, please. Ok? Please. Listen to me. Nice n' greasey nice n' greasey nice n' greasey nice n' greasey, nice n' greasey nice n' greasey, Eric. Nice n' greasey nice n' greasey, Eric.
