“I'm no doormat. At worst, I'm a very attractive accent rug, because if I get stained or damaged, someone is going to f---ing die.”
“An accent. HE HAS A BRITISH ACCENT. Dear God, I'm dying.”
“I glared at him. "I may not die now... but I'm going to die sometime. Every minute of the day, I get closer. And I'm going to get old.”
“I'm not going anywhere without you. We're swimming to China together. And if the worst happens, I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.”
“F@#$ing F#$%s things up”
“This is a f***ing mess," I said tactfully.”