“So, uh, I'm not really sorry about that, and I'm not reallygrateful for your butting in or, or anything, but I'm kind of awarethat I ought to be..."(...)Jeremy considered this. "Well, since it's you, I suppose it'sthe best I'm likely to get. Fair enough. Your non-apology isaccepted, and I'll attempt to treat your delicate condition lesslightly in the future.”

“Oh… God. What was a male supposed to do in this situation? "I'm sorry," he muttered. "If I… uh, hurt your feelings or something." She glared at him. "I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated.”

“Hi, this is Julia. I'm sorry i'm not able to take your call right now, but please leave your deets and i'll get right back to you. Um....if this is Ryan, i'm thinking of you this very minute and i love you.”

“Willow,I've treated you shabbily and I'm sorry."A few tense moments passed before she replied. "If it's the dress I'm wearing that makes you realize you've been acting like a jackass, save your apologies. I've said it before. In a dress or in a pair of britches, I'm the same woman.”

“I'm really sorry I ate your dog.”

“I...I'm sorry to come like this,' I murmured.'Stop being so damn British about it-you don't need to apologize. Ssh, it's fine.”