“I’ll give you the key to my heart, if you promise not to make duplicates.”

“I’ll make a name for myself, after I make a copy of myself. The key to a productive life is cloning.”

“I’ll agree with you if you promise to argue with me. That’s what love is, right?”

“I’ll stab you with a pointy thingy. Not a sword, a knife, or even a mountaintop. No, I’ll use my index finger—and just to make a point about violence.”

“A brick is a duplicate. It is a physical copy of the idea for a brick. And what’s the big idea? A brick represents unity, a notion of hey, let’s build something together. Like a house, for example. And after you help me build my house, I’ll use a leftover brick and smash you over the skull so that not only will I not have to pay you for your labor, but I won’t have to pay the butcher for meat, because with your sturdy body, I’m sure I’ll have enough food to feed my family for a year. 
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“I’ll keep you in my heart forever, just so long as you don’t clog up my arteries. Just so you know, my love is like extra gravy all the time.”

“The hole in my heart matches the key I gave her, and I’d like it back, along with the key to my hope chest.”