Ease off the martyr throttle.

Paranoid? Probably. But just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face.

You don't take your cat with you to go bird shopping. Not because the cat isn't polite, but because he's a cat.

You're a cop. I need a doughnut.

Am I going to be able to provide a real home for her, man? An education? A real life? What's her college application going to look like: 'Raised on Spooky Island by wizard with GED, please help'?

It's all right to be afraid. You just don't let it stop you from doing your job.

I'm pretty sure lurking in a dark alley to mug me with your apology isn't the usual way to go about saying you're sorry. But I didn't read that Mars-Venus book, so who knows.