“If you like me 'Fine' if you hate me 'Fine' I'll write you out of my life. It's as simple as Over,Done Forgotten Gone”

“And Mary, what of other men? There are no other men because my heart has gone out to you. And if you don't laugh I'll tell you what i think. I won't laugh. I think it's a fine instrument that God made for the poor likes of us to enjoy.”

“Fine, tell them who you think you are. Fine, tell them fine is what you are. And when you finally figure out what it is you need, you better think of me.”

“You're not me. You can't feel like I feel.""I can feel.""No you can't. You just choose not to feel or something and everything's fine.""It's not fine. It's just not so bad.”

“It's strange. Hearing you say my name.""I can say it again if you'd like.""No, I'll remember just fine.”

“Fine," Strider said tightly. "You can. But you wont. Because you know that if you take the woman out of this home, I'll go gray from worry. And you like my hair the way it is.""Stridey-man. Are you hitting on my? Trying to get me to run my fingers through those mangy locks?"Gideon chuckled. "Sweetie pie."Striders lips even twitched into a grin. "You know I hate when you get mushy like that."Boy loved it. No question.”