“I’m not jealous,” he said jealously.”

“I’ve told you before, I love like a madman,” he said. “Immoderate, jealous, possessive...I’m absolutely intolerable.”

“To put to rest any doubts you might have… I’m jealous of every man who comes within ten feet of you. I’m jealous of the clothes on your skin and the air you breathe. I’m jealous of every moment you spend out of my sight”

“Lee, you’re gonna have to get over this jealous-possessiveness thing.”“Indy, you’re gonna have to get used to the fact that I’m the jealous-possessive type.”

“He who is jealous, is never jealous of what you see, with what is imagined is enough.”

“Am I jealous? he thought, astonished. Jealous of the chance object to which she has attached herself? Jealous of something that does not concern me? One can be jealous of a love that has turned away, but not of that to which it has turned.”