“What if I really am alone?”“Baby, you aren’t alone. I’m here.”

“You're a con artist. A liar. A thief. An unredeemable soul. You can't be reformed. You can't be saved. You'll die trying to make the world pay for what it did to you. And you'll die alone.”

“But when it comes to life or love, I choose life. I’m here right now, ready to live and love another day. I could never regret that. I’m glad you didn’t love me. You gave me my life by doing so.”

“I’m not supposed to be anything else than a man that’s stupidly in love with you. That’s what I know.”

“Am I supposed to be your submissive?”…He chuckled good-naturedly. “Submissive? I’m sorry to disappoint you my angel, but I don’t run with that crowd. Perhaps you’ll submit to me tonight, but after that, I’ll be the one submitting to you.”

“No, you’re not shooting me down, kiddo … Because I’m not really trying. When I do try, you’ll know it. And then you’ll throw the whole damn rulebook out the window.”

“I feel kind of bad for calling him Twatwaffle now.”“You should feel bad,” I yelled. “For all we know, Twatwaffle saved our lives and maybe Mitch did too. There’s obviously something out here. Who the fuck decapitates a llama?”“I’m sure this particular llama was on many a hit list.”