“You already are the guy I deserve.""No, Zach," he said, shaking his head. "I'm just the guy you love.”

“In Wenceslaus Square, in Prague, a guy is throwing up. Another guy comes up to him, pulls a long face, shakes his head, and says: "I know just what you mean.”

“Which one are you?" I whispered. "What?" he asked. "Are you the good guy, the sweet guy who takes care of me or are you this guy who's kind of a jerk?" His answer was instantaneous. "I'm both those guys, babe. Your job is to get used to it." There it was, another order. Not even an ultimatum. Just, "get used to it".”

“He was just being a guy. He saw an opportunity to get some free action and took it. I'm perfectly capable of kicking a guy in the balls, B. I didn't need you to go all fangs and claws on him."Every guy in the room cringed at Jen's words except Decebel. He was unmovable at this point."He was just being a guy? He was just BEING A GUY?" Decebel roared. "He touched you! He had his hands on you, on your -""Girly bits?" Jen offered oh so helpfully.Decebel's mouth tightened. "Yes, Jennifer. He had his hand on your girly bits. That is not 'just being a guy,' that's being an ass.”

“But, if this guy, or whoever he was, he is, or he will be, can't handle you at your worst, they sure as hell don't deserve you at your best. Enough said.”

“No, I'm not a jerk, Astrid. You know what I am? I'm the guy getting people killed," Sam said quietly. Then, "My head is exploding from it. I can't get my brain around it. I can't do this. I can't be that guy, Astrid, I'm a kid...”