“You're the reason I get out of bed every night. And you're the reason I can't wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It's...you.”

“Can I tell you something that I've thought every time I've woken up next to you." - V"Please"-Jane"You are the reason I get out of bed ever night. And you're the reason I can't wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It's. . . you." -V”

“I don't need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you're in it.”

“You are the reason I get out of bed. To tell you that I have gotten out of bed.”

“Half an ear cocked, something in me, all night, every night, is waiting for you to come home.”

“Do not get yourself arrested, you hear?” she urged. “I am not going to bail your butt out of jail, mister.”“Now who's goin' all old geezer, huh?” He snorted. “I'm gonna get drunk and pass out on my bed at home. Haven't done that for so long I can't remember.”“Probably a reason for that, Beck. You're killing brain cells, and you don't have that many to spare.”