SWIFT: Saw you there and I thought, “Oh, my God, look at that face. You look like my next mistake.”
WHITMAN: To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different than what you suppose.
SWIFT: You’re the “kind of reckless that should send me running,” but I kinda know that I won’t get far.
WHITMAN: Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
SWIFT: I knew you were trouble when you walked in.
WHITMAN: Do you think it is so easy to have me become your lover?
SWIFT: Got a long list of ex-lovers. They’ll tell you I’m insane ’cause you know I love the players and you love the game.
WHITMAN: Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?
SWIFT: One day I’ll watch as you’re leaving and life will lose all its meaning.
WHITMAN: Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
SWIFT: I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me.
WHITMAN: Do you see no further than this façade, this smooth and tolerant manner of me?
SWIFT: If you could see that I’m the one who understands you …
WHITMAN: Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?
SWIFT: The road not taken looks real good now.
WHITMAN: Have you not thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?
SWIFT: Is this in my head? I don’t know what to think.