BoxJam: If I had to, I'd fight to the death for you. And I might not win, but at least you'd know that a good man died for you.
Ms. BoxJam: What good would that do me?
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BoxJam: Suddenly I'm reminded of the time I wrote a song for you, and you hated it.
Ms. BoxJam: Oh God - you're not going to sing it, are you?