I'm going to wait it out. Once we leave they're going to come in here and start stealing.

I just couldn't wait to start this one.

I can't wait to get on the field and start playing,

Peter?”
He couldn’t look at her. Instead, he stared down at his
poisoned arm.
“I could do terrible things to you,” he cautioned her
sadly. “I have to leave you. You won’t be safe with me until
I learn to control myself.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
Finally, when he felt the strength of his conviction, of
her conviction, he turned to her, allowing her in for just a
moment.
“I thought you’d say that.

I'd rather be caught holding up a bank than stealing so much as a two-word phrase from another writer.

I'm ready to go again. When you pitch like that, you can't wait to make another start.