What about your crepe?" "Stuff It." "She's crazy about you," Mavis commented. "It's almost embarrassing, the way she fawns.

"What was that technique you were using on those bastards?" "An ancient form called kicking ass."

The doll, Dallas. You know, Barbie doll. Jeez, didn't you ever have dollies?" "Dolls are like small dead people. I have enough dead people, thanks.

You're the love of my life. I don't care how corny that sounds. You're the start of it, and the end of it. And you're the best of it.

She walked with a ghost of herself, one full of potential and possibility. One who was fearless. Where had that girl gone?

No. No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.

An eye for an eye.” “That's a revenge thing, right? From some play.” “The Bible, darling. The Lord of all plays.