— You won't be jealous?
— No, I don't experience sexual jealousy. Who am I to fight nature? I am your wife, not your jailer.
— Hey, Reuby Tuesday. Cómo estás?
— Yeah. Doin' all right... You know what? Actually, me no «estás» too good, Javier. I want you to stay away from Polly, all right? Find yourself another dance partner.
Just a little bit of green
When I see you with someone new
And knowing that there's nothing I can do.
— M-marry?! Tak, tell me this is a joke!
— It's the will of Juju...
— B-but... but... You wanna marry HER?! Do you?! Nobody cares...
— What was she like?
— You've never asked about her, not once. Why not?
— At first, just saying her name even in private felt like I was breathing life back into her. I thought if I didn't talk about her, she'd just fade away for you. When I realized that wasn't going to happen, I refused to ask out of spite. I didn't want to give you the satisfaction of thinking I cared enough to ask. And eventually it became clear
that my spite didn't mean anything to you. As far as l couId tell,
you actually enjoyed it.
— So why now?
— What harm could Lyanna Stark's ghost do to either of us that we haven't done to each other a hundred times over?
— Now I can tell you what I wanted to tell you.
— ... Let me guess. Is it the same thing you wanted to tell the girl downstairs?
— Oh, I like it when you're jealous.
— I'm not jealous. I'm appalled. There's a difference.
— Look, I was going to tell her she should stop stalking me.
— Mm, big words from the guy who shows up unannounced in my bedroom window at eleven o'clock at night. That's way past visiting hours.
— You talk a lot.
***kiss***
And now he's got Bonnie, and she's younger and sexier and prettier. She probably gives mint-flavored, organic blowjobs.
You're jealous of something you can't understand. You've lived in dirt so long.
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