“Yeah. We all know how bloodthristy females are. Dirty fighting and so on.”
“It's dangerous and dirty and smells bad and--""Yeah, well, so is sex and drugs and everything else worth doing.”
“But I don't know how to fight. All I know how to do is stay alive.”
“...there’s no such thing as a dirty fight.”
“Why do we always fight?” she whispered.“You know why.” Yeah, she did. “It’s science.” “Combustible chemistry,” he agreed. “Dangerous.”
“We're all scarred. That's how we know we've lived a life worth fighting for. Love is a battlefield! Thank you, Pat Benatar!”