“I think I've had a shit, Shaya." The poor woman sounded distressed and mortified. "Have I, Grace? Don't lie to me." "No, you haven't.""I have, you're lying. Is she lying, Lydia?""No," Lydia quickly said, "you haven't, I promise.”
“I hope you told him you'd rather cram your cock in the ass of a bear with inflamed hemorroids than ever be in his company again".”
“She’s my mate. She’s mine. No one keeps her from me. No one insults her. And no one – and I mean no one – talks to her the way you just did, understand me?”
“I've got a better idea. I'll stay here and you can sit on my face while I eat my way to your heart.”
“You are a slut, you're my slut.”
“Dante: Want me to get your name inked on me? How about on my arm?Jamie: No. That's boring.Dante: How about over my heart then?Jamie: No. That's corny.Dante: Is not.Jamie: Is too.Dante: We'll discuss it later.”