“What comes to mind when you think of Clay Coolidge?”(…)”Sex appeal, boozehound, makes love to the mic, rock star, stadium filler.”

“Wherever these boys are finding their denim, I want a lifetime membership to their mailing catalog.”

“But if I close my eyesAnd wish it all awayPretend I’m someone else,Pretend I’m here to stayGave us half a chance,Let my stupid heart decideThere’s no doubt in my mind, You’d be mine”

“I wrote this song for a boy. A boy I fell in love with against impossible odds. So this award is for you, Jefferson. If I had to choose my favorite, you’d be mine.”

“My pathetic heart couldn’t be clearer on the issue of Jefferson. This song is a confession and a condemnation in one; regretting something that was over before it even began. But I know, I know, it would have been big. It would have been real and true and sappy as hell.”

“Are you hitting on me, Mathers?””Yes. I don’t know. Maybe. Why? Is it working?”

“So that’s that, then. You don’t want me.””Oh, I want you. Never doubt that. But now isn’t the right time. So I’m going to turn around, walk through that door” -his mouth twitches in the corner- “and pretend to sleep while replaying that kiss until I give up and drown myself in a cold shower.”

“Still, I’m drawn to him. Annoyingly drawn. Like a bruised and wayward moth flying into a flickering light bulb.”

“And that, boys and girls, is the story of how stone-cold Annie Mathers found her lady parts.”