#prosepeare

Abraham: In today's story, we saw that muscles don't necessarily make a man, and that having a skull for a face pretty much guarantees you're the bad guy!

Laura: What kinds of things did you do? Clint: Left a trail of red across the world as I traded friends like objects I could use. Hurt more lives than I can count on my hands, but all of that was to bring me back to you. So, tell me: would you fall in love with me again if you knew all I've done? Laura: I will fall in love with you over and over again. I don't care how, where, or when; no matter how long it's been, you're mine. Don't tell me you're not the same person, you're always my husband and I've been waiting, waiting...

Bob: They told me that the wiring was somehow all misfiring and screwing up the signals in my brain. And then they told me chemistry, the juice and not the circuitry, was mixing up and making me insane. What happens when the burn has healed when the skin has not regrown? What happens when the cast, at last, comes off, and then you find the break was always in another bone? What happens if the drugs weren't really in control? What happens if the cut, the burn, the break was never in my brain, or in my blood, but in my soul?

Agatha: All right, enough! So be it! So be it, then. Let all witches be agreed, I'm wicked through and through! Since I cannot succeed, Nicky, saving you, I promise no good deed will I attempt to do again, ever again! No good deed will I do again!

Billy: [to Agatha] You know, when you said Death was after me, I thought you were just being melodramatic.