“Respect Whats Mine.Know Not To Cross That Line.I Won't Have To Get Out Of Line and Clap You With My Nine ....”

“We don't have to go back to my place, Angel. I can take you home, if that's what you want. Or, if you decide you want to sleep at my place, on opposite sides of my bedroom with a Do Not Cross line drawn down the middle, I'll do it. I won't like it, but I'll do it.”

“Or, if you decide you want to sleep at my place, on opposite sides of my bedroom with a Do Not Cross line drawn down the middle, I'll do it. I won't like it, but I'll do it.”

“You won't even know you've crossed the line until it's way back in your rearview mirror.”

“there is a fine line between sarcasm and hostility, you seemed to have crossed it. What's up?”

“I have too much to lose, she said, if I cross that line. Like what? I said. She could not think of anything that day so she said she'd get back to me. Since then I've been thinking what I would lose if I cross my line & I haven't come up with anything either. There's always another line somewhere.”