Before I let you go, I'll see us both rot and burn in hell, and then rot some more, until we're both the mulch that makes up the fertilizer in the devil's garden.

And ever!

And ever!

And it worked?

And people say the world has become cold and impersonal.

And you'll never love me.

And I'll never give up.

And I'll never stop either.

And you think she'll like this?

Miss averts her eyes and walks away.

And how's this for an unexpected twist?

Her husband and two teenage sons beat the snot out of me and made me drink dog urine.

I was just talking to Russell, and we've decided that I should finish what I started and stab you.

And one day, you will look under that dear, sweet rump of yours, and I just may not be there.

Oh, yeah, right, honey, and I'm the Goodyear Blimp.

And I can't get her out of my head.

Geez, you're a doctor and you can fix bikes?

I told you, I'm a doctor and a scientist.

It's the wacko that's been following me every day and night and not letting me rest or sleep or follow you.

Well, you're both fond of mob blouses and sensible heels.