If That Isn't Typical Male

Eve: "she Had Big Plans For Me. Kind Of A Pet, I Imagine. Like William. Her Little Trained Dog. And With You Dead, She Figured I'd Inherit All Your Goodies. You're Not Going To Do That To Me Are You?" Roarke: "what, Die?" Eve: "leave Me All This Stuff." Roarke: "only You Would Be Annoyed By That.

"what Was That Technique You Were Using On Those Bastards?" "an Ancient Form Called Kicking Ass."

He Loves Me." "you Sound Surprised." "nobody Ever Did. Not Like This. It's Easy To Say, For Some People. The Words. But It's Not Just Words With Roarke. He Sees Inside Me, And It Doesn't Matter.

He Had Realised That Most Vital Of Humanities. He Had Touched Lives. And He Had Raised Three Boys That No One Had Wanted Into Men.

The Man's Got More Money Than God, And He Sends You A Bag Of Coffee?