“Bloody Hell!”
“What the bloody hell are you, Ms. Lane?”
“Oh bloody hell. She'd just stolen the queen's ring.”
“I can't believe it. I can't believe it. Football. Bloody hell.”
“And bloody hell. This journeyed far beyond “like,” rocketed straight past “fondness,” and pushed all the way to the brink of absurdity.”
“He makes a pained sound. "Bloody hell, woman, I think a part of me wants to keep you this way.”