“I suppose you can never tell right off who might have a piece of Prince Charming deep down inside.”

“This is the way I see it: if you get to know yourself really well, you might discover that deep down inside you’re just a dirty, disgusting, and selfish piece of shit. What if my heart is all rotted out and corrupted? What about that? What am I suppose to do with that information? Just tell me that.”

“I guess I'm still holding on to something that I know will probably never happen, because somewhere deep down inside me, I have this little piece of hope that someday, it will.”

“I don't want to tell you how to be a prince, but shouldn't you have some bodyguards or something?""Bodyguards? Who would want to harm a charming guy like me?”

“I tell you, deep inside you is a fountain of bliss, a fountain of joy. Deep inside your center core is truth, light, love, there is no guilt there, there is no fear there. Psychologists have never looked deep enough.”

“I suppose this is for the best," Blay said into his shoulder. "You can't cook.""See? I'm so not Prince Charming.”