Maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
If I make you feel second best
Girl, I'm sorry I was blind
— You killed my son.
— Both of them.
Confession may be good for your soul, but it's a hot lead enema to a marriage.
Look, Mary, I know this may seem a little sudden but I've given it a lot of thought: You're the woman I've been waiting for my whole life, and I'm not ashamed to admit it... Please, let me finish. I'm crazy about you. I've never felt this way about anyone. You make it so easy for me to tell you my innermost desires. Listen to me, I feel like a schoolboy again. A schoolboy who desperately wants to make sweet, sweet love to you.
Of course he didn't listen to me. For James, one world title was enough. He had proved what he needed to prove. To himself and anyone who doubted him. And two years later, he retired. When I saw him next in London, seven years later, me as a champion again, him as broadcaster, he was barefoot on a bicycle with a flat tire, still living each day like his last. When I heard he died age 45 of a heart attack, I wasn't surprised. I was just sad. People always think of us as rivals but he was among the very few I liked and even fewer that I respected. He remains the only person I envied.
Awards doesn't matter. People have supported me, and that is the greatest award I have deserved.
I'm humble because I know
What it feels like to be at the bottom
And have nobody, no friends, no nothing,
Nobody believing in me, now look at me.
I was down on the ground with nobody,
Some in my town said my sound was a hobby
Now that I'm crowned they're astounded and howling,
They try and come around that now I'm somebody.
— He'll find us, won't he?
— Probably.
— It'll never be over, will it? Look at me. I'm shaking. Some legend. You must be pretty disappointed.
— No, I'm not.
— Kyle, the women in your time, what are they like?
— Good fighters.
— That's not what I meant. Was there someone special? Someone? A girl, you know.
— No. Never.
— Never? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. So much pain.
— Pain can be controlled. You just disconnect it.
— So you feel nothing?
— John Connor gave me a picture of you once. I didn't know why at the time. It was very old... torn, faded. You were young like you are now. You seemed just a little sad. I used to always wonder what you were thinking at that moment. I memorized every line... every curve. I came across time for you, Sarah. I love you. I always have. I shouldn't have said that.