“So, we're at war. Perfect. Shall we save time and kill each other now, or did you want to wait until later?"-Puck”
“No, no. We can kill each other later.”
“See I'm the reckless and wild one who saves him from being boring. It's why we're perfect for each other. We balance. - Madame Selena”
“It's the perfect solution. We argue all the time. We can't stand each other. It's like we're already married.”
“The romantic reunion and thank-you-for-saving-my-life sex would have to wait until later.”
“Oh, we're playing nice now?” Puck remained seated, looking anything but compliant. “Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?”