We have to get out of here, Bram. Before they take our bollocks and use them for pincushions.
One more minute of this, and she’d be a certifiable simpleton.
What is the world coming to, with these modern women? A man can't tell them what to do.
Whatever soul I had, Katie, I think I placed it in your keeping twenty years ago. And now, it's as if...every time we kiss, you give a little piece of it back.
She stared at him, horrified. And thrilled. And horrified at being thrilled.
Amazing, then, how with that one remark, he made a mortifying situation thirteen times worse.