"If anyone asks you if you're taken," I said, "the answer is yes." "I think I can live with that," he promised. "Good," I said. "Because you don't want to see me be cross." "Too late." "Shut up and dance, Walt." "Shut up and dance, Walt." We did--with the music of a psychotic griffin screaming behind us, and the sirens and horns of Brooklyn wailing below. It was quite romantic."