“An unbearable smug look came over his usually impassive face."Uh-huh. You just keep telling youself that. You looove me."I took a swing at him, but he jumped back nimbly, and all I did was jar my left arm, making it hurt.He laughed at me, then pointed at the woods ouside the window."Pick a tree. I'll go carve our initials in it.”

“What I said yesterday didn't mean anything! I love everyone in the flock! Plus, it was the Valium talking!""Uh-huh. You just keep telling yourself that. You looove me."Max: (tries to punch him)"Pick a tree. I'll go carve our initials in it."Max: (screams and runs into bathroom)”

“Pick a tree. I'll carve our initials into it." -Fang”

“Fang (sarcasticaly): Go pick out a tree and I'll carve our initials in it.Max: (screams and goes in the bathroom)”

“He grinned at me so unexpectedly I forgot to flap for a second and dropped several feet."You looove me," he crooned smugly holding his arms out wide, he added,"You love me this much.”

“Colt, you’re a cop. I’m fairly certain you realize what you are proposing is illegal. As in bigamy.”He laughed. “You don’t legally marry us both. Just one of us. Then the three of us make our own private vows.”“Fine,” she leaned back and gave him a smug look as if expecting her next question to jar some sense into them. “Who am I going to legally marry?”He grinned at her transparency. Obviously, she thought this was going to be a sticking point. “We’ll arm wrestle to decide that.”