Listen, I'm crazy about the guy. He's smart, he's aggressive. He could carry Parrish Communications into the 21st century and me along with it....That's for me. I'm talking about you. It's not what you say about Drew. It's what you don't say...There's not an ounce of excitement, not a whisper of a thrill. And this relationship has all the passion of a pair of tit-mice. I want you to get swept away out there. I want you to levitate. I want you to sing with rapture and dance like a dervish...Yeah. Be deliriously happy, or at least leave yourself open to be... I know it's a cornball thing, but love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. I say, fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who will love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well, you forget your head, and you listen to your heart. And I'm not hearing any heart. Cause the truth is, honey, there's no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven't lived a life at all. But you have to try, 'cause if you haven't tried, you haven't lived. She said "Bravo," and then asked him to give it to her again, only this time with the short version. He replied: Okay. Stay open. Who knows? Lightning could strike. (He grimaced his face) Yeah.