He's trying not to laugh. I tell him I would have doomed mankind for him, and he's trying not to laugh.

I'll never get laid trying to keep you safe. You're a train wreck on steroids.

I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.

I like sex for breakfast, kid. I eat early and often.

When you were too young and naïve to see the risks, I incurred your wrath to protect you. Scream at me for it if you must. Thank me for it when you finally grow up.

You never knew what you could get away with until you tried.

Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.