“Riiiight,” you interrupt, “I was just checking to make sure thatwhat me and my friend dowas actually none of yourgoddamned business…”
“It's none of his business.""You are my business. I made you my business. I want you to be my business.”
“ What you think of me, is none of My business”
“What you think of me is none of my business.”
“I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard." I held up my hand before she could interrupt. "But I'm not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to make me forget Jean-Claude.”
“Ha. 'Excuse me but your my soul mate. Pardon me while I kill you.' Riiiight.""I'd see if she'd go horizontal first, eh?”