Love? Oh, you mean between a man and a woman? Because I could tell you about love between a man and his favorite chair, a man and his stable of horses, or his beard, but between a man and a woman, I'm... not so sure. My knowledge of such is very limited, just ask my wife. Often, I'll see a woman that grabs my attention, in a way that part of me wants to take her out, wine her and dine her, tell her how much I appreciate the way she moves, but another part of me wants to watch her take her shoes off and brush her hair. You know what I love? The smell of an old car. Most people, the kids, they like the smell of new cars. Not me, to me they smell too sterile, too innocent. I like that old, musky smell of dirty plastic seats and salty cigar smoke. Give me an old car paired with a light helping of chicken fingers and now we're talkin'. The only thing is, chicken fingers and old car smells can't love you back the way a woman can. Trust me, I tried to make it work. Love is educational. You learn alot about yourself through it - like, you learn that you should only love one woman at a time, and that you shouldn't say "now that's the spirit!" when your woman says "I love you". I learned that the hard way. But that's how I learn most things, the hard way. Shit, you don't want to hear me talk about this stuff, at somepoint you gotta look at your own scoreboard and not everyone else's.