“Bottom line, no one fucks with my woman.”
“What's the bottom line?”
“Nature is a bottom-line concept.”
“I need you.” He could not go any further down. Rock bottom. And at the very bottom was just this one thing. The core of it all. “Fucking... love you... too much.”
“Babe, I'm not anyone's boyfriend.I blinked again but this was so I wouldn't flinch."What?" I whispered."You have a boyfriend when you're sixteen. You fuck a man casually, you don't have anything except, if he's good, a supply of orgasms. You got what we're building, you got everything. But bottom line, I've claimed you. This means you're my woman which in turn means I'm your man.”
“The bottom line is down where it belongs – at the bottom. Far above it in importance are the infinite number of events that produce the profit or loss. ”