Your future WIFE?
ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ME?
You sure gotta a lotta NERVE, Mr. Dylan.
WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WILL SAY "YES?"
What, you just ASSUME, because you are Bob Dylan, that I will bend
over backwards for you, to make you happy, you can just treat me like
a piece of dirt, act all self-righteous, make me wait my whole life,
and you can just come waltzing back into my life and say, "Hey Babe,
wanna get married?" and you think I'm going to take you back?
I can't even give you children!
What the hell do you want from me?
Anyway, you hate me.
You are totally just ****ing with my head.
You're the one who's not NICE, Mr. Dylan.
I'm going to have to put you down for a while.
I guess your next album is going to be another "Love and Theft."
You're just using me.
Yeah, the game is old.
Good-bye.
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