“I haven't had any action since the late seventies, so don't make me jealous. I don't think my heart can handle an erection.”

“You don't believe in miracles.""Sure I do. I just haven't seen any lately.”

“Can I flirt with another guy to make him jealous?""Oh no." She laughed, still holding my hands. "That will unleash something you can't handle. You don't mess with men that way.”

“You're mine, Angel, and don't you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I can handle the real thing.”

“Jealous?...Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself.”

“You don't know me; you never knew my heart. No man knows my history. I cannot tell it: I shall never undertake it. I don't blame any one for not believing my history. If I had not experienced what I have, I would not have believed it myself. I never did harm any man since I was born in the world. My voice is always for peace.”