“She snorted. I haven´t negotiated near enough where you are concerned, Jacob. If I had, I wouldn´t have suffered with terminal horniness for the past six years. I get my coffee, you get the sex. No limits allowed. No crying foul if you can´t keep up.How much coffee can you drink? he asked her suspiciously.Faith made certain her smile was innocent and non-threatening. The question is, Jacob, how often can you fuck?”

“I know you enjoy coffee, I´d offer you some. But, the last time I got you coffee, it didn´t work out so well for me."Tony smirked, "God, Claire you´re something else. I can´t imagine anyone else joking about that.""Well, see, you misinterpreted. I wasn´t joking. I´m actually still pissed as hell.”

“I can´t live in a world where you don´t exist”

“Oh, I brought you something." Her mom pulled a bag from her purse. "I know how you like T-shirts," she said.Kylie couldn't help but think, My mom went to England and all I got was a T-shirt, but she smiled and pulled it out of the bag and then chuckled when she read the script across the front: My mom went to England and all I got was this T-shirt."Perfect," Kylie said.”

“James T Kirk: Mr.Scott. Have you always multiplied your repair estimates by a factor of four?Montgomery Scott: Certainly, Sir. How else can I keep my reputation as a miracle worker?”

“You can never have too much coffee”, I saidHe turned and smiled at me. “You think so, but the rest of us get a little OD’ed on your level of caffeine.”