Why don't I think ...

... up little nuggets of dialogue like this every day (I do, I just don't write them down all the time):
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"What do you want from me," he asked?

"The world," she replied knowing full well what that entailed and what it would take to really get it.

"I gave that to you," he said with a smirk, "and you gave it back ... several times."

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"Me coming to your wedding and watching you marry someone else would be akin to me murdering you, getting away with it and then showing up at the funeral like nothing happened. It doesn't make any sense."