“You do not mean that, my sweet. I know you are lying.” Yes. Maybe. Crap! I don’t…“No".”

“I miss you. You don’t know how much I miss you. You don’t know how my heart sinks inside me when I think how far away you are. But then, maybe you know that feeling. I hope you do. No, I wouldn’t wish that on you. But then, yes I would . . .. Forgive me for missing you that much.”

“Maybe I was wrong about you, Jonah. You really do love my Ally, don’t you?” “If love means you want to give every part of your heart and soul to another person, just to make them happy, then yes. I love your daughter with every part of me.”

“I don’t know how you do it. You aren’t even blond. I mean, maybe a little, but mostly you’re a brunette. I just don’t see guys going for that.”“Yeah, well, some people are into kinky stuff, I guess.”

“And it's even in some of the western literature, you know, live and let live. That is such crap. I tell my friends that--even my gay friends bring it up sometimes. I'm like, "That is crap, you know?" I mean, basically what it boils down to: If I don't tell you I'm a fag, you won't beat the crap out of me. I mean, what's so great about that? That's a great philosophy?”

“No. No, I don’t want my hands restrained.”“Yes. You do.”