“I hope y'all haven't punk'd me or anything and you're actually calling me a wuss.”

“You're my woobie!”

“Because I knew I'd regret it forever if I didn't, regardless of the outcome. And when March comes, if I have to let you go I will, because I want you to be happy.”

“Oh we were just discussing Chris Potter's woobiness.”

“Either he grooms or he got tapped just enough by the fuzz-fairy to be over-the-top sexy but not so much that he's like Sasquatch in need of a spa day.”

“Your Most Exalted Majesty, Your Grace, ect., ect.: I don't know what ruddy else I can offer. You won't have a fig to do with my lands or my money or anything, I suppose, of value to anyone else. I suppose that makes you a good father but it certainly makes things rum for me. I haven't anything else to offer, but a sincere heart, one that aches for Bramble, her sweet, plucky spirit, her smart whippish mouth, her heart, and her dear hand. I'm in agony now, hoping that my steward will convince you. If not I think I'll break all the windows in the house and drown myself in a bucket. A most sincere heart- Lord Edward Albert Hemly Haftenravenscher, Esq.”

“I drive well!Says who your mom?No actually, she won't even get in the car with me.”