𝕘𝗎𝓲𝐓𝐚я𝚒🅝𝑔 ₛ†𝖆𝘳̶ν̶𝐢รt

[n6wheres]

I'M SORRY, OK?  /  NO, YOU'RE NOT. YOU SAY THE WORD, BUT YOU DON'T CHANGE.

patron  saint  of  poor  decisions  &  manic  pixie  boymare,  Ryan  Akagi.  ⭑  private,  selective,  &  mututally  exclusive. est. since 2026.

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[leehallfae]

“the cinema” - erin lecount // “working for the knife” - mitski // “chinese satellite” - phoebe bridgers

[koreandragon]

KENTO YAMAZAKI in ATOM NO KO アトムの童  (2022)

[n6wheres]

❝ if you fall asleep, i’m drawing on your face. ❞

she  sticks  to  him.  like  a  SPLINTER.  no  matter  how  much  he  digs—dig,  dig,  dig—nails  scraping  raw  at  the  soft  skin  of  memory,  with  hopes  to  excavate  her  from  his  mind  once  and  for  all,  she  remains.  EMBEDDED.

he  wants  to  hate  her  guts.  and  her  disgustingly  pretty  face.  he  wants  to  claw  the  smell  of  her  perfume  from  his  nostrils,  erase  the  image  of  her  smile—that  sharp,  knowing  little  grin  she’d  wear  whenever  she  said  something  brilliant  just  to  watch  his  brain  jog  to  keep  up.  those  intense  eyes  that  ALWAYS  seemed  to  see  right  through  him,  judgemental  most  of  the  time,  but  always  holding  his  gaze.  daring  him  to  say  something  about  it.  she  was  just  born  with  it,  like  her  smile.  all  pearled  teeth,  delicate  jaw,  lips  he  had  been  fascinated  by  since  they  had  split  a  blunt  between  them  in  the  back  of  his  van.  Y'KNOW,  because  it'd  be  rude  to  smoke  in  the  house  with  her  parents  out  of  town.  no  big,  he  rolled  the  windows  down  before  they  got  bored  and  decided  to  head  inside  to  watch  a  movie.

the  glow  of  the  television  screen  washes  over  the  living  room,  blue  and  silver  streaks  flickering  across  the  couch.  on-screen,  a  movie  playing  on  HALF-WATCHED,  something  thrown  on  in  the  compromise  of  finding  something  they  could  both  agree  on,  though  neither  was  actually  paying  attention.  ryan,  always  able  to  make  himself  at  home  in  any  space  afforded  to  him,  had  spread  out  on  the  sectional's  chaise  like  he  owned  the  joint.  a  lazy,  long-limbed  SPRAWL  that  took  up  twice  as  much  room  as  he  actually  needed. 

❛❛  your  desperation  is  showing,  holloway,  ❜❜  he  mumbles, a  slow,  lazy  smirk  tugged  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth,  head  tilting  back  against  the  cushions  as  he  exhaled  a  quiet  laugh.  he  fights  back  a  yawn,  EXHAUSTION  pulling  at  his  eyelids,  though  he  refuses  to  give  her  the  satisfaction  of  seeing  him  crash.  ❛❛  i'd  like  to  see  you  try,  though.  ❜❜

he  sinks  into  the  comfort  of  his  hoodie,  lifting  his  arms  in  slow,  mock-surrender,  fingers  interlacing  behind  his  head  to  cradle  the  back  of  his  neck.  ❛❛  hey,  say  the  word  and  I'LL  LEAVE.  that'd  make  your  evening,  wouldn't  it?  ❜❜

[ohisms]

↪   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳  “ ♫ ”  𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝟹 - 𝟻 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂 ,      *   bonus points if receiver specifies lyrics !

[n6wheres]

A  LIL  CONTINUATION  FOR  @loudbark--deepbite  ;  BEER  +  CIGS

the  final  shreds  of  SUNLIGHT  kiss  the  back  of  his  neck,  early  july  presses  its  lips  against  the  horizon,  sky  bleeding  syrup  like  ichor  of  the  gods.  ryan  had  spent  so  much  time  chasing  sunlight,  stretching  the  day  thin  like  an  old  tee-shirt.  now,  soft  and  fraying  at  the  seams,  the  day  gave  away  completely  and  night  pressed  in. 

the  air  between  them  is  sticky  and  saccharine  like  lemonade  on  his  teeth,  asphalt  hot  under  his  fingers  as  he  hauls  himself  over  the  lip  of  the  gutters.  it's  hardly  GRACEFUL,  grit  scraping  his  palms  as  he  lifts  his  body  up  and  onto  the  slant.  sneakers  snag,  the  18-pack  slung  awkwardly  against  his  hip.  down  below,  the  neighborhood  is  DEAD  QUIET,  cast  in  that  hazy,  orange-blue  glow  of  flickering  streetlights  and  summer  humidity. 

he  cracks  his  own  can  open  with  a  sharp,  echoing  psshht,  taking  a  long,  appreciative  swig  of  cheap  beer  before  he  even  looks  over  at  gary.  STILL  GARY.  just  as  he  remembered  him—or  at  least  as  much  as  he  could  remember  someone  he  had  only  ever  really  looked  at  from  the  corner  of  his  eye.  direct  sunlight  usually  washed  people  out,  but  the  dusk  suited  gary,  filling  in  the  blanks  ryan's  memory  had  cheated  him  out  of.  he  looked  MORE  REAL,  less  dead-eyed  than  he  looked  in  class,  someone  who  he  didn't  have  to  think  twice  about  when  his  arm  grazed  his  in  the  hallways.  ryan  was  still  a  vision  of  chaos.  didn't  look  much  different  from  grade  school,  stupid  graphic  tee-shirts  and  cuffed  jeans,  wire  red-framed  glasses  and  hands  that  were  always  moving.  tapping  out  a  rhythm  stuck  in  his  head  or  rolling  a  can  of  beer  between  his  hands  just  to  hear  it  crinkle.  always  searching  for  music  SOMEWHERE. 

was  he  staring?  when  the  cardboard  pack  of  cigarettes  is  shoved  into  his  line  of  sight,  ryan  looks  at  it,  then  up  at  gary,  the  orange  cherry  of  gary's  lit  smoke  cutting  through  the  air  between  them.  he  didn't  smoke  because  min-gi  didn't  smoke.  or  drink.  or  leave  his  house  after  9  PM.  but  tonight  is  already  an  anomaly.

he  plucks  a  cigarette  from  the  box  like  plunging  his  hand  into  FIRE.  ❛❛  been  trying  to  quit,  ❜❜  it's  a  bullshit  excuse  to  soothe  his  ego,  but  he  sells  it  with  a  lopsided  grin.  steadies  the  cigarette  between  his  lips  and  leans  back  on  his  elbows. 

❛❛  wishful  thinking  my  ass,  ❜❜  ryan  scoffs  but  there's  not  hate  behind  it,  his  tone  dropping  into  that  EASY,  slow-rolling  drawl.  ❛❛   i'm  here  to  save  you  from  infinite  boredom.  your  tissue  box  can  thank  me  later.  ❜❜

he  breaks  the  distance,  slides  over  to  gary's  side  nice  and  CLOSE  and  cups  his  around  around  the  cigarette.  ❛❛  spare  me  a  light?  ❜❜

[haleyatwell]

PEOPLE WE MEET ON VACATION (2026) dir. Brett Haley

[todoggukie]

「 Atom No Ko ✦ Episode 1 」 ― for @old-folk

[bcckishrose]

@n6wheres continued from here

Belle leans against the van with crossed arms, rolling her eyes in a way that betrayed only a little irritation. She was expecting the pen to enter the void that was his backseat the moment she handed it over; she just liked to tease him.

"Princess? Now you're trying to butter me up so I forget," she snorts, but nonetheless waves his offer away. "In the end, it's just a pen. I'm more interested in what you've been working on."

She offers him the slightest smile, eyes twinkling with both amusement and admiration. For all of his faults, Ryan really was talented (and charming). How else could he convince her to pause her responsibilities to 'hang out' or attend his 'gigs'? "It must be something BIG judging by how many notes are floating freely about the cabin."

[n6wheres]

he's  modern-day  icarus,  flying  TOO  CLOSE  to  the  sun  and  only  feeling  the  burn.  wax  wings  shrivel  and  fall  away  in  paper  scraps,  red  ink  scrawled  on  littered  loose  leaf  in  half-baked  verses.  muse  lulls  like  an  engine  stutter,  coughing  and  spitting  sparks  but  refusing  to  catch.  he'd  have  to  pick  up  a  couple  more  shifts  at  needle  drop  to  pay  for  all  the  fuel  he's  BURNING  between  shows. 

he's  gotten  good  at  pretending  his  world  isn't  seconds  away  from  crashing  down  around  him.  he  was  homeless  in  the  sense  there  wasn't  any  home  worth  returning  to,  his  old  bedroom  plenty  of  space  to  give  the  twins  their  own  bedroom.  the  akagis  had  always  been  good  at  that,  filling  in  the  cracks,  moving  on  without  him.  if  he  returned  home  now  he'd  just  prove  to  min  that  he  had  been  right  all  along.  would  he  still  let  him  take  the  floor  if  he  asked  nice  enough?  FUCK  THAT.  min  had  made  his  choice,  and  ryan  would  rather  sleep  on  a  bed  of  rusted  springs  and  threadbare  blankets  than  than  crawl  back  to  beg  for  a  square  of  carpet. 

❛❛  maybe,  ❜❜  his  voice  seesaws  between  coy  and  delicately  placed  sarcasm.  he  shifts  his  weight  against  the  open  door  of  the  van,  leans  his  head  out  to  give  her  an  expectant,  no  doubt  SIDEWAYS  look.  he  gets  a  good  look  of  her  then.  she's  a  princess  pulled  straight  from  the  cracked  spines  of  the  paperbacks  he  used  to  watch  his  mom  read  growing  up.  ❛❛  why,  is  it  working?  ❜❜  followed  by  a  convincing  wiggle  of  the  eyebrows. 

he  was  usually  good  at  these  things.  avoiding  the  question,  ducking  reality,  sinking  back  into  the  comfort  of  pretending  he  had  his  shit  fully  together.  but  belle  had  a  way  of  coaxing  it  out  of  him.  ❛❛  y'know,  WRITING  MUSIC  music  is  so  much  harder  when  you  have  the  notes  but  not  the  lyrics.  i  just  can't  nail  the  chorus.  it's  actively  harshing  my  vibe.  ❜❜

[n6wheres]

“ Teach me how to play.”

for  someone  who  took  great  satisfaction  in  BRINGING  LIFE  to  center  stage,  this  living  room  was  in  desperate  need  of  a  resurrection.  house  parties  had  never  been  his  scene.  they  were  often  too  crowded  with  sweaty,  drunk,  and  ANNOYING  people,  always  making  him  feel  like  he  was  staring  straight  into  the  eye  of  a  black  hole—one  that  was  slowly  sucking  the  life  right  out  of  him.

such  social  settings  expected  a  specific  behavior  from  everyone  involved,  wanting  them  to  be  outgoing  and  to  have  a  "good  time,"  which  usually  just  meant  being  WASTED  and  out  the  door  by  a  quarter  'til  midnight.  while  he  had  nailed  the  drinking  part,  ryan  was  still  working  on  the  extroverted  side  of  things.  with  each  tap  of  his  foot  to  the  beat,  the  change  in  his  red  solo  cup  jingling,  just  loud  enough  that  he  could  ALMOST  hear  himself  think  over  the  sound  of  amp  feedback  and  a  voice.  clear  against  the  endless  drone.

his  eyes  flick  up  from  the  ground  to  peer  at  the  stranger  from  behind  his  glasses,  SMUDGED  in  the  corner  from  the  nervous  habit  of  pushing  them  up  and  stupid,  sticky  beer  fingers.  STILL,  he's  getting  paid  to  be  here  and  he  needs  the  gas  money  if  he  wants  to  make  it  to  the  state  border  by  daybreak. he  leans  back  on  his  heels,  foldable  plastic  creaking  against  his  weight  as  he  postures  his  guitar  between  himself  and  the  wall,  strings  still  HOT  from  the  last  strum. 

he  tilts  his  head  to  the  side,  makes  it  real  convincing  like  he's  thinking  about  it.  his  guitar  was  his  baby,  HAD  BEEN  since  his  parents  had  scrounged  up  the  money  freshman  year  of  high  school  after  years  of  careful  penny-pinching  and  skimping  on  everything  else  just  to  make  it  happen.  ❛❛  dunno,  it's  not  as  EASY  as  i  make  it  look.  ❜❜  there's  a  lazy  tug  at  the  corner  of  his  lips.  for  now,  he'd  indulge.  ❛❛  self-taught,  too.  with  a  little  help  from  bowie.  ❜❜   he's  grinning  freely  now.  ❛❛  private  lessons  are  gonna  cost  you,  though.  large  bills  PREFERRED.  ❜❜

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬  𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠

send  ‘reverse’ for the sender and  receiver to  swap.  adjust wording as needed!

[  bump  ]  noses  knock,  both  pull  back,  then  immediately  lean  in  again  and  knock  foreheads  instead

[  teeth  tap  ]  teeth  click  together,  followed  by  simultaneous  laughter  that  completely  kills  the  tension

[  breath  ]  one  forgets  how  breathing  works,  pulls  back  too  fast,  then  covers  their  face  in  embarrassment

[  overcommit  ]  one  leans  in  with  way  too  much  enthusiasm  and  almost  topples  them  both

[  eye  contact  ]  one  opens  their  eyes  mid-kiss,  panics  at  the  eye  contact,  and  immediately  turns  away

[  timing  ]  both  lean  in,  both  pull  back,  both  try  again  at  the  exact  wrong  moment

[  hair  in  mouth  ]  loose  hair  gets  caught  between  lips,  forcing  an  awkward  untangling

[  balance  ]  one  stumbles  forward  during  the  kiss,  arms  flailing  before  catching  themselves

[  nose  ]  the  kiss  lands  squarely  on  the  nose  instead,  followed  by  frozen  confusion

[  smile  ]  a  grin  breaks  the  kiss  before  it  even  starts,  ruining  the  moment

[  cheek  ]  nerves  redirect  the  kiss  to  the  cheek  at  the  last  second

[  laugh  ]  a  laugh  slips  out  mid-kiss  and  derails  everything

[  hand  ]  a  hand  reaches  for  the  other’s  waist  and  misses  completely,  grabbing  empty  air

[  hair  ]  fingers  tangle  in  hair  unintentionally,  followed  by  frantic  untangling

[  wrong  angle  ]  they  tilt  the  same  direction  twice  in  a  row  and  just  give  up  for  a  second

[  forehead  ]  pulling  back  leads  to  a  gentle  forehead  collision  instead

[n6wheres]

I've been perfectly miserable for the last two weeks.

luxury   has   NEVER   impressed   him.   growing   up,   his   parents   raised   the   akagi   kids   on   the   responsible   ethos   that   they   could   be   content   with   a   simple,   financially   sensible   life.   ryan   never   cared   for   brand   names   or   expensive   material   possessions.   even   though   his   father   did   his   best   to   buy   everything   she   ogled   in   shop   fronts,   his   mother   never   expressed   a   DESIRE   to   own   more   than   we   could   afford.   ryan   cared   only   for   music—high   on   front   porch   performances   and   his   father's   hand-me-down   cassettes.   he   didn't   know   or   CARE   what   he   was   missing,   even   at   school   among   the   kids   from   wealthier   families,   who   were   all   designer   bags   and   shiny   new   sports   cars.

money,   he's   come   to   realize,   can   not   only   buy   happiness,   but   also   a   18-pack   of   beer   and   NOTHING   but   time   to   drink   it.   he   just   needed   someone   to   split   it   with.   in   his   defense,   gary   barkovitch   wasn't   his   first   choice.   he   couldn't   even   REMEMBER   the   last   time   they'd   talked,   what   was   it,   middle   school?   nah,   had   to   be   later   than   that.   alphabetical   last   names   meant   they   spent   the   better   part   of   a   decade   knocking   elbows   and   making   small   talk   like   pulling   teeth. but   min   was   busy   with   college   applications   and   couldn't   call   and   ryan   was,   well,   NOT. 

in   his   defense,   he   didn't   expect   gary   to   WANT   to   see   him.   they   weren't   friends   in   the   traditional   sense,   or   any   sense   at   all,   really.   but   an   open   window   was   an   OPEN   invitation.

❛❛   i   call   bullshit.   just   say   that   you’ve   been   HELPLESSLY   bored   without   me   since   summer   started,   ❜❜   canvas   bag   lops   off   his   shoulder   and   onto   the   floor.   an   aluminum   clang   cracks   through   the   air,   window   wide   open   behind   him.   ❛❛   so   are   we   drinking   these   on   the   roof   OR   WHAT?   ❜❜ 

[srdcovka]

FINDING EMILY (2026) dir. Alicia MacDonald

[kesoo]

Long time no homosexuals

[mntgomeryscott]

有栖 良平 (ARISU RYOHEI) IN EVERY EPISODE:

今際の国のアリス  (Alice in Borderland) Episode 02

[n6wheres]

Are you sorry you came here?

RYAN  AKAGI  did  not  believe  in  fate,  cosmic  intervention,  or  the  universe's  sense  of  humor,  but  he  was  RECONSIDERING  all  three  as  he  stood  as  he  stood  at  the  edge  of  the  pier,  looking  down  into  the  dark,  churning  water  in  a  borrowed  suit  and  scuffed  sneakers. 

when  met  with  kindness,  his  body  has  never  quite  known  the  difference  between  common  courtesy  and  an  attempt  to  trap  him  in  a  cage.  his  spine,  taut  as  a  wire,  ACHES  always  with  the  urge  to  run.  still,  he  made  it  a  point  to  be  there  when  ariel  needed  him.  he  tries  not  to  think  about  it  too  much,  how  much  he  cares  and  makes  it  look  like  an  AFTERTHOUGHT.  how  much  thought  he  puts  into  not  caring  at  all. 

he's  bleeding  luck  and  late  by  fifteen  minutes.  the  gig,  some  snot-nosed  kid's  twelfth  birthday  party,  had  RUN  LATE,  the  traffic  had  been  worse,  and  now  he  was  running  on  nothing  but  pure  adrenaline  and  a  stubborn  refusal  to  just  go  home,  ryan.

the  suit  was  STOLEN  borrowed  from  min  -  gi—  too  large  in  the  shoulders  and  a  hideous  shade  of  powder  blue,  pearlescent  and  gleaming  like  oil  slick  under  the  pale  veneer  of  moonlight.  he  looks  his  age,  a  tall  child  in  adult  shoes.  ❛❛  you  serious?  ❜❜  his  voice  breaks  through  the  wind,  a  breathless,  self-deprecating  laugh  that  SHAKES  the  tension  from  his  shoulders.  ❛❛  yeah,  sorry  for  not  coming  sooner.  ❜❜  he  slumps  down  at  the  edge  of  the  dock,  his  limbs  as  heavy  as  stones.  for  as  big  as  the  suit  is,  it  barely  scrapes  his  ankles  and  bunches  up  around  the  knees.  ❛❛  you  DO  realize  we're  friends,  right?  i'm  not  just  NOT  gonna  show  up  when  you  ask  me  to.  ❜❜

[kaisources]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ : IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT . . . a collection of screwball rom-com roleplay sentence starters from old hollywood screwball romance comedies from NUMEROUS FILMS, holiday genre: romance, slice-of-life, comedy, love, fake relationship.

How are you, darling?

It comes and it goes. How annoying.

Believe me, it's of no importance.

I only say what the doctor said: To forget it and not to worry.

Don't let's go into that again. I'll not be psychoanalyzed!

You mustn't say that about yourself. Not even in fun.

Can you imagine what that means to a person living in a penthouse?

I want to be frank with you.

I'm absolutely certain there's nothing really wrong with me.

You see, most people know nothing about themselves.

Now, what I'm trying to do is to introduce you to your inner self.

Wouldn't you like to meet you?

You see, I'm a little shy.

It's always the same whenever I see a doctor.

Whatever comes and whatever goes, there's no denying it worries you a lot.

It's rather unpleasant and sometimes very uncomfortable.

Believe me. There's nothing wrong with my life.

Okay fine, we'll talk about something entirely different.

During one of these sleepless nights when you wriggle around restlessly, when you look to your right, what do you see?

What are you trying to do? Break up my relationship?

My partner has nothing to do with my sleeplessness.

I doubt there's anything I can do.

Didn't it make you nervous?

Now I think of it, it is rather irritating and not very considerate.

Why haven't I heard from you?

Are people talking about us?

They know you and I are friends.

Defend me against what?

I've been perfectly miserable for the last two weeks.

I'm so relationship conscious. Whatever I look at or think of, I always find I connect it with my marriage.

If I take a look on someone through a magnifying lens, I will find something, things I was never aware of before. Things I never noticed.

I don't know what's the truth anymore.

I'm completely confused. I'm so uncertain.

I'd always heard the ideal marriage should be something of a mystery.

I don't know yet, I'll let you know as soon as they call.

Now, I don't want to cause any trouble. But cold facts are cold facts.

My dear, that's the trouble with 95 percent of all marriages.

The joke is on me, huh.

When you came in just now you asked me if there was anything new.

It means 'to your health' or something like that.

It's just a little thing but you know how it is.

Why do you do that?

But when you do it, what does it mean?

If you want to call it that.

I don't know. I've never tried.

Darling, do you feel well?

Is there anything uglier than a human face?

Do you mind if I smoke? Do you smoke yourself?

Let me warn you that I say what I think. I'm a complete individualist.

I'm against everything and everybody.

Why do you say that? What's wrong with me?

You don't go to a psychoanalyst to have a tooth filled.

But what does one have to do to be happy?

This is the first time in my life I have ever met a really happy person.

I've often wondered what it would be like to be happy 24 hours a day.

My presence seems to annoy you so I think I'll leave.

We're both here for the same reason. Happiness.

I am very happy to have met you. Very sorry if I offended you.

It's only the surface. Art goes much deeper.

Are you sorry you came here?

Why do I bother you with all this?

You want me to enjoy this evening, don't you?

I'll let you in on a little secret.

I told you the other day, but that's the trouble. You never listen to anything I say. It makes no impression.

You know, sometimes I don't understand you.

Can't I just myself spend one evening with Rimsky-Korsakov and Stravinsky?

Why didn't you invite the whole philharmonic and bring Andrew Loyd Webber along as commentator?

Alright. Let's drop the whole thing.

Listen. Quit kidding me. What is it?

I know I'm just a poor ignorant person and I don't know anything about Stravinsky.

When I ask you a question you should be courteous and answer. You don't have to make fun of me.

It's a catastrophe. It's a disaster. [Name], we're sunk.

Darling, you don't begrudge me a little music, do you?

I'm so busy with my music and visiting art galleries that I haven't time to think of any doctor.

You know, I'm beginning to see something in this.

You took that seriously? I was only kidding.

I was nervous about the dinner party and I said whatever came into my mind.

Don't be stubborn. Can't you take a joke?

Don't make a martyr of [him/her/them]!

You've got to look at this thing from a woman's angle.

Things aren't going along as well as they used to.

What is the right approach?

I should say a mink coat would do the trick.

I'm afraid I'm not the right person to give you any advice.

I probably have too much sympathy for you, but not enough patience with [name].

There's only one thing you have to sell. Yourself.

There's nothing wrong with your marriage. You just have to resell it once in a while.

Who are you going to be this evening?

Make yourself at home. I'll be right back.

You're going to accuse me of something which I'll deny and you'll not believe.

I'm not going to fight. My hands are my only livelihood and I'm not going to risk them on your jaw.

That's very funny. You know what I thought?

Where would you be then?

I'm going to do something for you whether you like it or not.

I know. I understand. You're an isolationist.

You love my partner, don't you?

You should know better than that.

If you both felt you'd have been happier without me what can I have done?

I don't want there to be any bitterness.

Come now. Don't act like a little boy. What is it?

No. I wouldn't put you in that position.

Why should you take the blame?

Well, if there's anything you want ..

I don't need anything.

I think I can do better than that.

You know, I never cared so much for your friends.

Don't worry. You can rely on me. I won't disgrace the family name.

Do you really want this divorce?

I've always believed that you were sincere.

I'd like to take that memory with me.

I'm sorry if I hurt you.

Don't worry. There will be no bitterness.

Darling, there's nothing to worry about. It's a very clean-cut agreement.

Please. I'm so nervous. Can't you understand?

Keep quiet. It's my business.

Are you willing to take your coat off for me?

I'd say, maybe, you would slap the face.

As soon as I snap my fingers you start the argument.

Who are you to poo my mother?

I hope you'll forgive me disturbing you on a Sunday.

I've had a series of late nights. I'm not as young as I used to be.

I came to ask if in your future plans you have any use for me?

You're sure it doesn't disturb you?

I make nothing but a lot of noise.

I've picked up a few things. Some snapshots of us taken together.

Please don't make me go to [name place].

I didn't expect it to be easy.

Couldn't we just have dinner together tonight?

You promised to love, honor and obey.

I remember everything you said to me. I'd love to say it again [name] if you would only give me the chance.

Never again. I swear. There's no use pretending.