¡Quiero mis lobitos! ¿dónde están? ¡Hay que encontrarlos de inmediato!
He dormido 11 horas, cómo me mola mi vida, colega.
Pero no recuerdo qué he soñao, not today.
Car ha traído pelucas.
Eso no será lo último que oiréis sobre el tema...
No ponen Lost hasta el 11 de enero.
Que qué haré? morir? seguramente.
Narnia tomorrow? possibly.
Ayer vino Aiti. Con peluca, por supuesto.
Lo siento, pero no me comí el pescado.
Soy mala gente.

All of my life I've tried so hard
Doing my best with what I had
Nothing much happened all the same

Something about me stood apart
A whisper of hope that seemed to fail
Maybe I'm born right out of my time
Breaking my life in two

Throw me tomorrow
Now that I've really got a chance
Throw me tomorrow
Everything's falling into place
Throw me tomorrow
Seeing my past to let it go
Throw me tomorrow
Only for you I don't regret
That I was Thursday's child

Monday Tuesday Wednesday born I was
Monday Tuesday Wednesday born I was
Thursday's child

Sometimes I cried my heart to sleep
Shuffling days and lonesome nights
Sometimes my courage fell to my feet

Lucky old sun is in my sky
Nothing prepared me for your smile
Lighting the darkness of my soul
Innocence in your arms