“Look at meWho am I supposed to be?Look at meWhat am I supposed to be?Look at meOh my love”
“You're a cold bitch, Dallas.""Yes, I am.""Well, I suppose if I'd been murdered I'd want a cold bitch looking for my killer.”
“If I play a stupid girl and ask a stupid question, I've got to follow it through, what am I supposed to do, look intelligent?”
“Looking behind, I am lifted with gratitude. Looking forward, I am filled with vision. Looking upward, I am filled with strength. Looking within, I discover peace.”
“And I wondered, with mounting anxiety, What am I supposed to do here? What am I supposed to think?”
“So you are a vampire.""I most certainly am not." He looked annoyed. "That's such a common phrase, such a cliche, and so unflattering. I suppose you believe in werewolves and aliens too. I blame television.”