I love you. You annoy me more than I ever thought possible, but I want to spend every irritating minute with you.
I don’t get why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every other bone in my body is broken too.
Relationships? Well, Sigmund, relationships are so fragile. It just takes one thing, one... tiny little offence, and it can snowball on you. And if that snowball starts to pick up speed, God forbid, you better tuck and go. <...> And bam! The shine's off the apple. That's when you find out that that pretty girl you married isn't a pretty girl at all. No. She's a man-eater. And I'm not talking about the ''Whoa, whoa, here she comes'' kind of man-eater. I'm talking about the kind that uses your dignity as a dishtowel to wipe up any shreds of manhood that might be stuck inside the sink. I may have tormented her from time to time, but that's what I thought marriage was all about. So much so, that by the end of that relationship, I honestly don't know
who I hated more: her or me. I used to sit around and wonder why our friends weren't trying to destroy each other, like we were. And here it turns out the answer's pretty simple. They weren't unhappy. We were. <...> Relationships don't work the way they do in the movies. Will they? Won't they? They finally do and they're happy for ever. Nine out of ten end because they weren't right for each other to begin with, and half of the ones that get married get divorced anyway. And through all this, I have not become a cynic. I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate-covered candies, and you know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker. I don't care. Because I do believe in it.
— So one more question about the characters.
— Shoot.
— What does Mia want?
— Mia wants what all girls want... A guy just gay enough to curl up and watch «Project Runway» with.
— Yeah, and what does Hank want?
— Hank... Oh. Wants to close his eyes and wake up in his own bed next to the love of his life, listening to the sweet, mellifluous sounds of his daughter's heavy-metal guitar coming from the bedroom next.
— You really love them, don't you?
— So much so that the words themselves sound unspeakably lame.
Sometimes the last person on earth you want to be with is the one person you can't be without.
Just try to love a man — and he kills you. Just feel that you cannot live without someone — and he kills you.
"Don't linger like this. You have decided to go away. Now go!" For she did not want him to see her crying. She was such a proud flower.
