“Stay with me always, my sweet, my love . . . my Claire.”
“Blow, blow, ye western wind . . . Christ, that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again. That my love Catherine. That my sweet love Catherine down might rain. Blow her again to me.”
“Stay for me. Stay with me. There will never be anyone else. Not in my bed. Not in my life. And not in my heart.”
“Claire: Seriously? My mom? Let you in my room? In the middle of the night?Michael: Moms like me.”
“Oh, Claire, ye do break my heart wi' loving you.”
“Stay with me. I think you might be the love of my life.”