What I don't think this man realizes is that he's giving my dreams--and my nightmares--a new name.
"Brand. Alec Brand.

Push me and i'll choose Mason. Every. Damn. Time

He drew me like gravity.

I took it back: he didn't just hate himself down deep. He'd made plenty of room in there for me, too.

Maybe I should do this for y-" (Samantha)
"No, I'm cooking. If you want to be helpful, you can bring me my wine. I poured us both a glass." (Mortimer)
"But-"
"No," he insisted, pushing her toward the door. "In you go. I'm the man. I get to barbecue while you stand around and look cute.

Well, Samantha... you were introduced to this guy. It went downhill from there. That might make it justifiable homicide. From time to time, I've wanted to kill people I knew even less well... strangers in supermarkets."

Am I on my roof with a psychopath?