“It's sexy as hell to see you holding my weapon.”

“I just think that particular brand of sexy isn't a woman's best weapon, and it's definitely not her only one. If you reduce yourself to that, then that's what people will see. They won't notice anything else about you.”

“A battle? What battle? I hold the whip hand. I don't fight the disarmed." "Are they? They have a weapon against you. It's their only weapon, but it's a terrible one. Ask yourself what it is, some time." "Where do you see any evidence of it?" "In the unforgivable fact that you're as unhappy as you are.”

“Sexy. As. Hell. Though, now that I think about it. Is hell sexy?”

“my love isn't a weapon, it's a lifeline, reach out and take hold, and don't let go!”

“Are you sure it wasn't my sexy-as-hell voice whispering in your ear that caused your momentary lack of oxygen?”