“Then why are you flirting with me?”“I can’t seem to help myself.” -Nash”
“And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?”
“More drinking, less flirting,” he said. “Or so help me I’ll throw ice at you.”
“Why can’t you just love me? Why can’t you just be in love with me?”
“Dude, now you’re flirting?Even to my own ears, my comment sounds suggestive. The sad thing is, it was meant that way. There are literally a dozen things I’d love for her to do for me. Or to me. Or let me do to her. -Nash”
“I can’t think of you and myself apart. You and I are the same to me”