“Get your runtcheeks down those stairs, right now”

“Jesus, Dolores, you've got to get yourself together. You've got responsibilities. Think about those sometimes - okay? - and get your fucking head right."Those were the last words his wife heard from him. He'd closed the door and walked down the stairs, paused on the last step. He thought of going back. He thought of going back up the stairs and into the apartment and somehow making it right. Or, if not right, at least softer.Softer. That would have been nice.”

“If you fall down those stairs and break both of your legs, don't come running to me!”

“Now let us go, love, down the winding stair,With fingers intertwined...”

“LET'S COME UP WITH SOLUTION !! GET THE BEST SOLUTION RIGHT IN YOUR HEAD..GET IT NOW!”

“I can smell the sex coming off you right now. I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn't fight me, would you?""Now, we can be civilized and wait until we get home. Or we can get down to it right here. Either way, I'm dying to come inside of you again, and you're not going to say no." - Wrath to Beth”