“Ugarte: You despise me, don't you?Rick: If I gave you any thought I probably would.”
“I don't understand," Belle cried. "I gave you gold. You only gave me grief.”
“But I begin to fancy you don't like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. (Catherine Linton, nee Earnshaw)”
“After all you've put me through, you would think I despise you, but in the end I want to thank you because you made me that much stronger.”
“Would I be healed now if you gave me your blood, Nikolai?”“Are you asking me for it?”“If I were, would you give it to me?”
“Dear God, I am only what you made me and I appreciate everything that you gave me, but like, I don't want to do it any more, sort of lost sight of what I'm doing it for.”