Everything is a version of something else.
I don't love you anymore. Goodbye.
A couple of flop plays, a death in the family, and it could all collapse.
I think you owe me something for deceiving me so exquisitely.
When you're in your early 20s your love life seems to explode every 20 minutes or so. By the time you've reached your thirties, it is every five or ten years.
I like them all - I don't always approve. I see myself as a sort of benevolent uncle to these characters, and I can see why they do what they do; sometimes they make some mistakes, but at heart I think they're decent.