We don't even love each other.
I do a bit, you know.
You do what a bit?
You know. Like you...whatever...love you a bit.
I think I kind of love you too.

You're good enough, Jacob.

She was the most beautiful woman in the world. If she was alive I'd probably be a better person.

I won't push you for it anymore, okay. We'll stick to clever conversation.
A bit of this and that won't hurt.
Yeah, it won't hurt you. It'll drive me bloody crazy.

What is it? A prize or something?
No. It's not a prize and I'm not a prize. But it's mine. It belongs to me and I can only give it away once, and I want to be so sure when it happens. I don't want to say that the first time for me was bad or it didn't mean a thing.

I just don't trust people who have bodies that change with their moods.
Well then you'll never trust the opposite sex again.