you’ve got me? who’s got you?

how big are you..um, how /tall/ are you?

would you like a glass of wine?

you’re gonna end up fighting every elected official in this country!

don’t tell me: he sends a check every week to his sweet, grey-haired old mother.

call me crazy, but i’ve always been a firm believer that beauty, it’s on the inside.

i can be loud, & at times, i’m a little bossy.

i’d rather be in some sand blown purgatory with you than in the hell of never knowing if i’ll ever see you again.

guess i’m a sucker for stray dogs & naked men… okay, that didn’t come out right.

i’m just not comfortable with uncomfortable silence, & you’re not exactly keeping up with your end of the conversation.

spread that rumor, & you can expect my fist in your face.

isn’t that one of the signs of the apocalypse?

a couple more hugs, & maybe you’ll have the ‘bah humbugs’ squeezed out of you.

you can save you holier-than-thou, made for tv platitudes, & drown them in some holy water, mister.

& i thought those sex & the city girls have gaudy taste.

look, i know it sounds crazy, but i’m just afraid that my big mouth is going to wreck our relationship one day.

my head is pounding like a mosh pit, & my mouth tastes like armpit.

you have been cashing in on so many rain checks recently that i am soaking wet with disappointment.

i’m eating a maple doughnut, & you’re kind of invading my personal space.

stop beating yourself up. you’re not alone in this. the truth is, we could all die tomorrow.

i don’t even know how to get huffy, okay? i do happy. i do sad. i do 'stop giving me the run around bitch, or i will come for you.’

you sound too good to be true… what’s your secret?

give him one for me! make it a dozen!

the only thing holding that dress up is faith.

it must have hurt your fingers… clamping down on my throat like that.

i’m not good enough.

people just don’t look at me like that.

don’t talk about yourself like that.

i want to smash the mirror everytime i look at it.

i’m an awful person.

i don’t deserve your love.

it should have been me that died.

how can you think like that?

don’t lie to me. i’m not beautiful.

this dress would never look good on me.

stop it! don’t talk like that!

don’t. don’t touch me.

i could never pull that off.

ugh, this top makes me look ___.

stop lying to me!

don’t you trust me enough to tell me the truth?

why do you feel the need to lie about everything?

tell me the truth or i’m leaving forever.

just tell me the truth, please!

do you really think i believe that?

you’re such a pathetic liar.

how dare you lie to me like this!

so was it all just a lie?

was any of it real?

i’m not lying.

why would i lie?

just stop pressuring me, okay? i told you what happened!

are you calling me a liar?

i didn’t lie to you!

do you really think i’d lie to you?

i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry that i lied.

don’t call me a liar.

i didn’t lie about how i felt about you.