If I can make you unhappy, then I can make you happy as well.

What other thing, Eve?" "I love you. Sometimes it makes my stomach hurt, but I kind of like it. Tired now, come to bed. Love you.

Put all your eggs in one basket... the handle's going to break. Then all you've got is scrambled eggs.

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.

The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.

A woman who can threaten your life before breakfast is the only sort of woman worth having.

You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls." "It's not a fashion accessory.