Liam Ridley

— Fallon, you're sitting in your own publishing house.
— That will never be a real empire, because I am too busy putting out my dad's fires. And every time I think I have gotten a breath of fresh air, I end up choking on his smoke.

— Liam. Marry me again, for real this time.
— Is that a question?
— Is that a yes?
— No. It's a hell yes.