“Fuckin’ A. Bedtime.”

“You don't otta like someone to like fuckin' 'em. You can even hate their fuckin' guts and still like fuckin' 'em. Sometime's that's the best kinda fuckin'. Angry, crazy, fucked up, fuckin'...”

“I'll be at your place tonight, seven thirty.""Does seven thirty mean our reservation is at eight?""Eight fifteen, in case we hit traffic or weather.""Will this mean you'll turn into a pumpkin on the way back, considering we'll probably get home past your bedtime?"Silence then, "Now she gives me smartass and it's still fuckin' cute."”

“You respect women, you little fuckin' shit. It was a fuckin' woman who carried you around in her fuckin' body, fuckin' birthed you, and fuckin' lovedyou. And it's gonna be a woman who keeps you warm at night, who lets you inside her body, and it's gonna be a woman who carries around your fuckin' children. You fuckin' respect that, you feel me? You fuckin' respect women— all of ‘em— or I will end you.”

“When it comes to you darlin’ I got no fuckin’ sense. You fuckin’ pull me in until you’re all I can fuckin’ see and suddenly I can’t fuckin’ breathe but I don’t care cuz, babe, you’re you, and I ain’t never met anyone as fuckin’ perfect as you.”

“You fuckin' rock, baby," he murmured."You rock at fuckin', baby.”