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

Laurel: I don't need a ring or a license, or a spetacular white dress. It's not marriage so much, or at all really, that matters. It's the promise. It's the knowing someone wants me to be part of his life. Someone loves me, that I'm the one for him. That's not just enough, it's everything.

I’ve been happy alone and I’ve been unhappy without you. I never wanted to depend on anyone, or to let myself care so much I could be made unhappy. But I depend on you and I love you.

What's your status?" she asked him. "Healthy, wealthy, and wise. What's yours?" "Ha. Mean, crafty, and rude.

So does that mean you're going to fall in love with me again? What makes you think i ever stopped?

It was a joint, which put it one slippery step up from a dive.

Feeling too much is a hell of a lot better than feeling nothing.