“For shame, Emma! Do not mimic her. You divert me against my conscience.”

“Do you miss her?''Who? Emma? Of course. Every day. She was my best friend.”

“EMMA: Ah. There you are. You— little—John Sublime: Shhuhh… Hup. Don’t. Please… My mom met your parents in the Hamptons… I… I go through agonies of conscience every time we have to hurt one of you beautiful creatures… Emma… I’m doing God’s will…EMMA: Shut up! I am very cross about this! Very very very cross indeed! I look like a bloody heavyweight boxer!”

“Nothing will divert me from my purpose.”

“You take control, Emma," he whispered. The words tickled her ear, he spoke them so close. Shivers raced down her neck, down her chest and her belly. "Take control of me. Come to me." Her neck arched, wanting his mouth to bite her. "If you do Emma, I may give you what you want. Or I may offer more than you can handle. Risk. That's what you like, isn't it? So play with fire. Play with me.”

“Never do anything against conscience, even if the state demands it.”