What's a friend for if not to face almost certain death with, eh?

I was born. It was easy. My mother did all the hard work.

My heart sobbed a lament that was hard to ignore.

I've wanted you since the moment you tried to run me over. You are unlike any woman I have met before. You are strong, and courageous, and you do not suffer fools.

You think I'm deranged! How refreshing. Everyone here takes me so seriously, it's a wonderful change to be thought mentally deficient.

A compliment would be the last thing out of my mouth to a man who was so pigheaded that he could be served at a luau.

Honest to god, Clare, you act like the dress is more important than you being shot!” Of course it is! It’s a Versace, you idiot! Bring help! I’m going to save this dress at all costs.” - Sam to Clare