I still dream that it was you. No matter how many times I've looked, in my dreams it's always been you who were meant to be my queen.
I want to make you faint. I will make you faint. You've had this coming to you for years. None of the fools you've known have kissed you like this - have they? Your precious Charles or Frank or your stupid Ashley. . . I said your stupid Ashley. Gentlemen all - what do they know about women? What do they know about you? I know you.