[Whitney]
You love me and I love you
You're really nice and so am I also too
If there's anything wrong with you
I haven't figured it out (yet)
[Whitney & James]
'Cause you light up my life
And the moon and the trees and space
And the clouds and iPhones and the heavens up above
And on and on goes love
[James]
I love everything that you bring
[Mal]
Hey guys
Oh sorry, am I interrupting?
[Whitney & (James)]
No (Sort of...)
[Mal]
Okay, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry
[James]
Like I was saying...
I love everything that you bring
Your face- it's a miracle
It makes my heart sing
I hope that you know that our love is like a special flame
[Mal]
Hey guys, do you wanna get burritos?
[Whitney]
I love your face and your hair and your muscles
Your brain is good too
[Mal]
Ha, what the heck rhymes with muscles?
[Whitney]
Mal!
Is there anywhere else you can be?
[Mal]
I see how it is
Sorry, I'll leave you two alone
Speaking of alone, that's what I am (sobs)
[Whitney]
Stop that. Stop that. Stop that. Stop that...
I'm sorry, um, you can stay
[James]
What?!?
[Mal]
Perfect! Oh, isn't friendship great?
[James]
Sure, whatever
Whitney, back to the two of us
[Mal]
You mean the three of us
[James & (Mal)]
'Cause the two (three) of us are so alive
When we-
[Mal]
I got them to add a seat for me to your tandem bike
[James & Whitney, (Mal)]
Two (three) is the number that will make life grand
When you're walking hand in hand (in hand)
[James & (Whitney), spoken]
No! It's not for three hands!
It's for the two hands of us (Only two)
You have to have your own other hand
[Mal, spoken]
I'm sorry guys, I'm sorry
I was- ah, I was just feeling the music
I'm sorry, I'm done, I'm sorry
[Whitney & James, (Mal)]
'Cause the two of us are so alive (Oh, yes they are)
When we eat romantic foods at night (The three musketeers, the three musketeers)
Two is the number of love and stuff (The power of three)
And we probably love each other enough (Dying cat sounds)
And we probably love each other enough (Platypus choking on jelly sounds)
And we probably love each other enough (Subpar Louis Armstrong impression)
And we probably love- (probably love each other enough)
[Mal, spoken]
Hey! Hey, wait!