Our eyes met in the math class. How were we to know that trigonometry would lead to matrimony?

I had fun. That’s what I believe in. Fun, flings, the sizzle. It starts as a shiver, when you see a man for the first time. And then he meets your eye and the shiver runs down your back and becomes a sizzle in your stomach and you think 'I want to dance with that man.' You dance, you have a cocktail or two, you flirt.

You won’t let me buy any clothes. Now you won’t let me buy a road map, either! I need to spend some money or I’m going to go crazy!

There's genuine pain in Eric's eyes. And I feel a stab of guilt. But you can't stay with people because of guilt.

They said I was a valued customer. Now they send me hate mail.

... what would Poirot do? Poirot wouldn't flap around in a panic. He'd stay calm and use his little grey cells and recall some tiny, vital detail which would be the clue to everything.

Look into your heart- and go after what you really want.