I don’t know, Travis.
I just can’t seem to get her off my mind What’s there to say, Bob?
A lion just has to move on.
Get over it. Move on.

Whatta ya mean move on?
I’m a cement sculpture!
Stop complaining, Bob.
You could be broken-hearted, made of cement, AND be stuck permanently in these tar pits. Gee willikers, Bob, Give us a break!