If you have to ask, you’ll never know. If you know, you need only ask...
— Yeah, maybe. Question is, why bugs? And why now?
— That's two questions.
— I'm gonna ask you this one time, where is Gamora?
— Yeah, I'll do you one better, who is Gamora?
— I'll do you one better, why is Gamora?
When a sensible woman has a serious question put to her, and evades it by a flippant answer, it is a sure sign, in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, that she has something to conceal.
Why is it that the one of us who wants to live the most, who deserves to live the most, dies? And the ones that deserve to die, keep on living?
Every time I get close to an answer it slips away, it's maddedning.
Do you really want?
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead or alive to live a lie?