My Name's Jet Steele.

It Doesn't Matter. Take Eddie's Blood. Take Belikov's Blood. Take Your Own For All I Care. But If She Doesn't Want To Give Hers, Then That's All There Is To It. She Said No. This Conversation Is Done.

Look, Rose. You Don't Have To Keep Up With The Hard-to-get Thing. You Already Got Me.

There’s A Big Difference Between Death Threats And Love Letters–even If The Person Writing The Death Threats Still Claims To Actually Love You. Of Course, Considering I Once Tried To Kill Someone I Loved, Maybe I Had No Right To Judge.

So Far I’m Not Seeing A Lot Of Difference Between Me And A Carnival Con-man.

For A Moment His Eyes Locked Onto Me With An Intensity That Left Me Breathless.