Natalie Anderson

— So, do not remember?
— What?
— Sat behind you piece in Friday's series where you were the princess and I the soldier Russian number three.
— I can not remember.
— Of course not. The princesses never recall of his subjects.

I do not mind which will be next year. I do not mind, it is crazy. God. I just want to know it will be with you. I do not understand what 're doing. It seems senseless, every time you...

— Wake up, Natalie. Don't you see what happened here? You had a beautiful life, and I had shit. I hated your guts. I wanted to take you down, I wanted to make you as miserable as I was, and that is exactly what I did. How's that for a goodbye?
— Pretty lame.

You know, just like the best for you, that very bad things happen to people. I pray to God that never happen to you.

— Actually, Anderson, you screwed. Screwed you whole.
— So I screwed? So what? I... I made love with you.

— It is the end of chemistry, as we know it.
— It's a damn good actor.
— As far as I know, this is a beautiful goodbye.
— Excuse me.
— Do not worry Walter, she everything was talking to me.