That's what I was supposed to say.

I set off, off to kill the man I love.

What are you? An after school special?

I've given up on you...Love fades. Mine has.

Juliet had it easy; she never had to kill Romeo.

Oh God," I said. "I'm Zmey's daughter. Zmey junior. Zmeyette, even.

Don't worry, I won't bite. At least not in the way you're afraid of.

My cigarettes and I are going outside. At least they show me respect.

When it comes to Iran and ISIS, the enemy of your enemy is your enemy!

I'm backing down now. I really do love you. That's why I'm doing this.

Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go.

You've got to take it on faith that the enemy of your enemy is your friend.

And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.

I looked him in the eye. “I will always love you.” Then I plunged the stake into his chest.

If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.

You, know I'm the Queen's favorite great nephew, Well, yeah I'm her only great nephew, but that's not important, I'd still be her favorite.

None of the bravado he usually showed was there. I guess there was "usually" and then there was being held in the grip of a really ripped, really tall, and really pissed off Russian guy.

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