“Ted, I swear to God, quothe he.”
“O but," quoth she, "great griefe will not be tould, And can more easily be thought, then said." "Right so"; quoth he, "but he, that never would, Could never: will to might gives greatest aid." "But grief," quoth she, "does great grow displaid, If then it find not helpe, and breedes despaire." "Despaire breedes not," quoth he, "where faith is staid." "No faith so fast," quoth she, "but flesh does paire.""Flesh may empaire," quoth he, "but reason can repaire.”
“What will you have? quoth God; pay for it, and take it.”
“As long as he has a house with two bathrooms. I swear to God, I don't care if he's Jack the Ripper.”
“But I'm Crazy. I swear to God I am.”
“I swear to fucking God, I will spray you again,”