Nobody puts Baby in a corner.
I carried a watermelon.
[Johnny walks away][to herself] Carried a watermelon?
Look, spaghetti arms. This is my dance space. This is your dance space. I don't go into yours, you don't go into mine. You gotta hold the frame.
Me? I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of what I saw, I'm scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you.
Oh, come on, ladies. God wouldn't have given you maracas if He didn't want you to shake 'em.