“See, that's the problem with men and women and relationshits. Shit. Relasinsips. Dammit. Relationships. There, I got it.”

“Honey, you hurt him and men don’t take that well. They shove their emotions deep inside where you can’t hurt them again. In many ways they’re a lot like women, though they’d deny that.”

“He didn't date women. He fucked them”

“honey, I am that good. I know what you want, and I can give it to you. Anytime you want it. Anytime I want it. That's why you want to be here with me”

“It's in our genetics. It's why women are the master species. We give birth and we can walk in heels.”

“Men are obtuse. You have to beat them over the head with a frying pan to get them to notice things.”

“You dance really well.” “I took ballet lessons.” She tilted her head back to search his face, certain he was joking. “You did not.” “I did. Several of us on the team did. Good for coordination.” Resisting the laugh that bubbled up in her throat, she said, “Somehow I can’t picture you in tights and a tutu.” But he did laugh. “We made sure no one with a camera got within miles of the studio.”