
THE BIEB: Ready... aim... FIRE.

"It feels so nice to be able to press my completely mature self against a lady, because we're all adults here -- except for me, technically -- and so we are allowed to be in a committed and loving relationship full of honesty and truth and public macking. Which would be fine. If you wanted to kiss me, I mean. In public. We could do that. Right now, if you want. We totally don't have to. But we could. I'm just saying."

"I'm smelling your hair. It smells like how much you love me, and also, shampoo. It's love shampoo. Is it my mom's shampoo? Because that would be so thoughtful."

"This is going to be the cover of the mix CD I make you about our love. My flower, there is going to be so much R. Kelly on that mix. His rhymes are the jam. You can look at me, at some point, if you want. That would be okay with me. I'm fine with you looking at me. Do you want to look at me?"

"Girl, I am going to LAY YOU DOWN."

"Wait don't turn -- well, okay, she turned away. Fine. I've got another agenda. Girl on my arm, check. Matching pocket kerchief, check. Faraway look in my eyes just so my lady fans think maybe I'm thinking about THEM instead of about Selena? Check. Jeans bunched up like sagging panty hose, so that my fans know I'm keeping it realz? CHEX. Empty keyring on my belt loop? O SNAPZ. Bracelet? BOOYA New hair to accentuate my manly cheekbones? You heard the word, brah! Tiny bit of dirt on my jeans? SNAPPLE. Let's get it on. You're on Bieb Street now, Selena. Park the car and stay."
