亂噁一把之My Baby Just Cares For Me

My baby just cares for me. My "Will" just cares for me. Nina Simone knew. So did Frank. Even Cyndi Lauper knew. We're not, say, in that kind of "love". But we're so in love. Item 1. Four years ago, on the phone. Chris: Let me guess, you have an email address that begins with a random letter, perhaps your initials, followed by a bunch of numbers, like your phone number... Tasha: [interrupts Chris] No, no, that's annoying. Chris: [gasps] I think I just fell in love with ya. Item 2. Chris: Honey, you wear too much black. Tasha: I do not. Chris: Yes you do. Tasha: No, I don't. Chris: You do too. Tasha: [slightly irritated] I'm not going to waste time arguing this crap. Chris: [tosses a salmon pink dress on Tash] Then wear this. Item 3. Tash: [in the bathroom, singing "Singing in My Sleep"] "I've been living in your cassette..." Chris: [stops studying, sighs] You're singing in a freakin' bathroom, missy. Tash: [ignores] "It's the modern equivalent..." Chris: [joins in] "Singing up to a Capulet" Tash & Chris: "On a balcony in your mind..." Item 4. Chris: Ya still want that... Tash: [interrupts] Yeah. Chris: You know what I'm... Tash: [interrupts] Yup. Chris: I'm talking about... Tash: [interrupts, slightly impatient] I do. Chris: You know what... Tash: [interrupts] What's wrong with you? I still want that half bag of Lay's, I know and I do, Granny! Photo stolen from E!