“You’re just jealous of me because I’m a tap-dancing ballerina fairy princess veterinarian!”

“If you’re going to hit on me, please wear boxing gloves. I get it though, because when I’m dancing it looks like I’m fighting. In the face of violence, I’m just that gentle and sensual.”

“You’re my Princess Leah! I’m a Klingon and you’re a female Klingon.”

“Lee, you’re gonna have to get over this jealous-possessiveness thing.”“Indy, you’re gonna have to get used to the fact that I’m the jealous-possessive type.”

“You don’t tap on the Devil’s shoulder unless you’re willing to dance to his tune.”

“You remind me of a fairy tale princess. You’re so kind.”“Did you not see me smash that guy’s phone? I never saw Cinderella attack a lisping dude.” Livia closed one eye while reliving her actions.“No, I guess not. You’re my kind of princess, then.” Blake ran his hands through her hair.”