“You're staring.''You're my wife. I'm allowed to stare.''Is that the rule?''Yes. Stare, leer, ogle, anything I want. Trust me. I'm a lawyer.”
“You're staring," Lana said."Yes. I am. I'm a teenage boy. Beautiful girls in wet underwear have a tendency to cause staring in teenage boys.”
“You're staring at me.""I am not. I'm just... thinking. Without blinking.”
“I'm sick of staring at what I want, I thought. I'd do anything to hold it in my hands.”
“I don't usually like to stop women staring at my groin, but... you're a bit intense, I'm starting to worry.”
“You're staring at me," Simon said. "Why are you staring at me? Have I got something on my face?”