"...I think I do? I don't know if I got the idea of love right, and you're this impossible bastard who drives me mad at the wrongest times. And being with you makes me feel delirious but.. invincible, like I can do anything, be anyone. Does that make any sense? My point is, that's the closest thing I've felt like it — love. And if I've ever loved anyone in my piece of shit way, you're it, Oliver. So, yes, I guess I really do love you."
"I can't.. I.. I don't know how. It's driving me insane — this life, being with you, the unending lies, the ever-present fear.. everything. It's like I don't know what to believe anymore, who to believe. It never gets better, does it? I never thought I'd admit this, but I'm terrified, Oliver. So terrified, and letting you in won't make any of this better, I'm afraid."
"SHUT UP AND COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE."
"Tone it down a little, mate. I don't take orders and we're stopping at the next Taco Bell. Deal. Okay. Let's go."