Fie, fie, you counterfeit. You puppet, you!

Fie, fie upon her!There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look outAt every joint and motive of her body.

O fie miss, you must not kiss and tell.

The existence of counterfeit shows the original is just around the corner.

If you think you are better than Stork, then by all means, get hold of me.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hatred on ice and wait for the sun to come out. [...]I have learned so many things from you, but in the end most of it will be no use because when they put me inside that suitcase, unfortunately I will be dying.