Now let's try that again. Ask my wife nice, and maybe I'll let you sleep in the same bed as your teeth tonight.
I existed until I met you. Now I'm alive.
What, no Power Rangers Band-Aids ?" "Shut up, Garett." "Yes, ma'am.
White on rice. Green on grass. Sheets on a bed. Him on her.
Be careful in the company of monsters that you don't become one.
I don't think sleeping with you is going to solve anything," she said, stopping at the guest bedroom door. "I don't really care what you think.