“Oh, and welcome to the Three.”
“Oh good lord, I'm in a three-way with a cello.”
“Oh well... I'd just been thinking, if you had died, you'd have been welcome to share my toilet.”
“I took out the book once more. Snails can sleep for three years without eating. Snail comas. Welcome to my world.”
“Thirty three thousand, three hundred and thirty three things. That’s all I need to get by. Oh, and I guess I also need love. Better make that thirty three thousand, three hundred and thirty four.”
“From we to three. Oh, my dear, I love you so.”