“You were really angry, if I remember correctly," I gasp."Anastasia, I'm always really angry.”

“Are you on your own?""No. There are six people staring at me right now wondering who the hell i'm talking to."shit..."Really?" I gasp, panicked."Yes. Really. My girlfriend," he announces away from the phone.holy cow! "They probably all thought you were gay, you know.”

“I'm talking about the heavy shit, Anastasia. You should see what I can do with a cane or a cat.”

“Anastasia Steele. I love you. I want to love, cherish, and protect you for the rest of my life. Be mine. Always, Share my life with me. Marry me.”

“I need you Anastasia," he whispers.”

“Anastasia, you were comatose. Necrophilia is not my thing.”

“- "Why don't you like to be touched?" - "Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia”