“Wait a minute, Juanita. ...is it a virus, a drug, or a religion?”
Juanita shrugs. “What’s the difference?”

you were my compass star… you were my measure… you were a pirate’s map of buried treasure…
if this was all correct, the last thing i’d expect…the prosecution rests.. it’s time that i confess,
i must have loved you.

I could stand here all night trying to convince you,
but what good would that do?
My offer stands, and you must choose.