“Then and now, beautiful, I’ll take you any way you come to me … Any way. I love this Sylvie, I loved that Sylvie. I just love you, baby.”
“Born to love you, baby,” he repeated. “Die lovin’ you, my Sylvie.”
“What does it take, then? I love you. I've never loved any woman the way I love you.”
“We make a baby, Sylvie, we do it making love. Not fucking on the kitchen floor.”
“I love you. You’re mine. I’ll kill any bastard who tries to take you from me.”
“I don't care. I love you and I will always love you, and pretending it could be any other way is just a waste of time.”