“When I'm ninety, I want you to tell me that it's my turn to ask you a question, and if that miracle happens, then my question is going to be, 'Do you still love me?' and I hope that answer will still be yes.”

“I gained everything. Or at least I'll think so," he growled, suddenly impatient, anxious, "when you give me a bloody answer to my bloody question. How many times are you going to make me ask you? Will you marry me, Gabrielle O'Callaghan? Yes or yes? And in case you're still managing to miss the point, the correct answer is 'yes.' And, by the way, anytime you'd like to tell me you love me, I wouldn't mind hearing it.”

“you do that all the time you know. you ask me questions when you know the answer will piss you off. ask me a question where the answer could be yes? ask me if you're worth the hard work? ask me if in the last seven years of my life i've woken up in a cold sweat knowing i lost the most important person in my life apart from this kid i'm holding? ask me if getting you pregnat has felt like the best thing that's happened to me since my son was born?”

“If you don't want my answer, don't ask me the question.”

“I want to ask you something.''The answer's yes.''What? You don't know the question yet.''Yes, I do. It's am I fantastic in bed.”

“Sean: Tell you what. I'll answer the question you should have asked. Ready?Payton: So it's like Jeopardy?Sean: Yes. Now, the answer is... you.Payton: Me? Wait, what's the question?Sean: Who do you like?”