“This isn’t a church social, Sweetheart. You aren’t going to be able to save me this time.”

“Hell.” Straightening, she stepped out from the pile of stacked crates. “You’re going to make me save your bony ass, aren’t you?” ~Greta; #Greta2”

“Sweetheart," Bill said formally, "I have always loved you, and I will be proud to die in your service. When I'm gone, say a prayer for me in a real church.”

“We’ll fix it in the morning, sweetheart. You can’t save the world after 1:00 a.m. Not even you.”

“So you know what your punishment is going to be, sweetheart? I'm going to make love to you. Slowly. Hell, it might take me until tomorrow. I'm going to lose count of how many times you come. And every time you do, I'm going to tell you that I love you. Until you fucking get used to it.”

“If the world is turning, even the church can’t stop it; if it isn’t turning, nobody can go out and make it turn.”