“Are you crazy? The last thing you want to do is make a scene." "Well, I'm gonna make a movie if you don't show me some respect.”

“You told me I was making you crazy last night," he reminds me, drawing me out of my thoughts, back to a present I'm uncertain of."You are, Chris.""Well, you are making me crazy, too.""Is this supposed to be making me feel better?”

“You shoulda married someone, a whole lot more like you-- drink coffee in the little cafes, and you could go out shopping too. I shoulda married someone, who likes to camp and fish, and make love for two days straight, And you say, "don't you wish".You drive me crazy, with all the things you do and do not do. Umm, I love you so much, I'm gonna drive you crazy too.”

“Save it fucker. I'm gonna slit you open and gut you like a fish and pull out your insides. I'm going to show you the black stuff inside your belly, and then I'm gonna make you eat it.”

“Braden: "How do you do that?"Laura: "Do what?"Braden: "Make me crazy with just a kiss. It makes me feel like I'm sixteen.”

“I don't know what shit you're working though but I know its there. I know you'd rather not even acknowledge it and definitely don't want me to be a part of the process. I don't care. Princess, this is happening between you and me.""What, exactly, do you mean by 'this'? You fucking me?" I snapped..." Yeah. Me fucking you. In your bed, on your couch, in my bed and anywhere else I can think of. I'm gonna do you on your back, on your knees and you're gonna ride me. And when I've exhausted you and you don't have those fucking shields up, I'm gonna make you talk to me and tell me what this shit is about and then, maybe, I can help you with it.”