“There are lots of things you can do, Ava. But I can't ask you to do any of them.”
“Do you believe in fate, Ava?”
“Cards on the table, Ava. No fucking about, no more drunken confessions and no more holding out on me, Do you understand?”
“I'll die loving you, Ava.”
“Ava, why the fuck am I handcuffed to the bed?”
“Don't mess with me, Ava," he says smugly, "You should know by now I always win.”