If you could just control that violent temper,
Well, Hun, we could work it out.

You could be the girl I run away with
To the West coast.


Who are we? What are they?
Six feet under twenty-three.


I've never failed to show the part of meThat wears his heart on his sleeve.

Pick up your final check

Tell your work that you're dead.
Leave a note on your desk
You're relocating elsewhere.

Nobody knows your name.

If we could just find a way to control that temper...

If we could just find a way to control that...