[Chad: I love you Norah, do you love me?
Norah: Well, I don't know Chad.
Chad: You're the only girl I've dated in two months. We get along fine, you do love me don't you?
Norah: I really don't know, I have to think about it.]

[Norah: Mom, how can I tell?... I mean, how did you know when you were in love with Dad?]

[Chad: I haven't dated any girl but Norah in two months, we're really in love.
Bob: Aww, and you were really in love with Betty and Barry and Dallas and I don't know who else. And there will be others I suppose.
Chad: Oh no, that's over with... You know Bob, Norah's the prettiest girl I've ever known. She's just as beautiful as...
Bob: Beautiful? And you think that's all that matters?]

I walk with my head down low
As I walk I don't study the faces I know anyways
We bleed of toxic tar
We spit and scar in the faces of yesterday

[Chad: Did you feel this way when you fell in love with Jean?
Bob: Aww look, I've felt that way lots of times! The problem with you is... you don't seem to understand what love is really about. You young punks go to the movies a couple of times, do a little necking and think you're in love! I've never seen anything like it.]

All of my friends are taking sympathy classes to undress the golden Fascists that are living deep within their ignorance
Sometimes I make a promise to God that I will promise to Mom that I will prove my life is happening

[Chad: Well. I don't know Bob.
Bob: That's right: you don't know. Maybe you would understand better if...say, I've got an idea! How'd you like to double date with Jean and I tomorrow night?
Chad: Why, sure Bob! That'd be swell. You sure you wouldn't mind?
Bob: Not if you let me get some sleep now. Goodnight!]