JIMMY: I'm sorry Amanda, but I feel like kind of a screw up on Valentine's Day.

AMANDA: Why?



JIMMY: I wanted to paint you a picture in the stars, but I used a weak adhesive and they fell from the sky.



JIMMY: I wanted to grow you the rarest rose, but the EPA did not approve of my research.



JIMMY: I wanted to make you the sweetest chocolates, but confused flour for sugar.



JIMMY: I wanted to write you the prettiest love song, but ASCAP demanded royalties before I could preform it.



JIMMY: So I got you this cheap card, instead.

AMANDA: It's the thought that counts. And it took a lot of thought to make all that up.



