I want to keep you, till the end of days.
People in hell want snowcones.
There is no disgrace in staying behind, not when it's the right thing.
I wonder if you can understand, I never really knew what it was to want, until you.
I want you to take note, Commander, that turning in my badge would be like cutting off my arm. But if it comes down to a choice between the job and my marriage, then I lose the arm.
He decided there was no point in telling her he'd looked in the fridge and seen none of these things. There'd just be some variation of his mother's standard crack about Male Refrigeration Blindness Syndrome.