Your real security is yourself. You know you can do it, and they can't ever take that away from you.
I'll try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure.
Tira begins to sing "I'm No Angel" to him as the screen fades: Baby, I can warm you with this love of mine. I'm No Angel. Aw, let me feel my fingers running through your hair, I can give you kisses. . . .
Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.
Ice is nice at any price.
Dress gives one the outward sign from which people in general can, and often do, judge upon the inward state of mind and feelings.