“Darling, you’re perfect.”
“The moon loved them. Not because they were beautiful, or because they were perfect, or because they were perky, but because they were her darling daughters.”
“Myrnin: Have we been introduced?Frank: Probably not. Why, you asking me out, sweetheart?Myrnin: You’re not my type, darling.”
“You’re a man, darling. There’s something sick and twisted inside you, making you relish girly torture. I don’t understand it myself. Never did.”
“You’re my perfection. I’m all of those things for you,”
“You’re deceptively good, Blix. Just the perfect amount of bitch to be sexy.”