This isn’t gonna end well.
I just wanna look and fiddle a little bit.
Fiddle and touch.
If I am to fashion a book, I’ll need a spine.
Are you dense? Everyone’s left.The pool’s closed for the holiday weekend.We’re stuck in here. We’re gonna die in here.
I’m not working with this guy.I’ve been there, done that.The minute he gets involved, you can kiss goodbye to any finessebecause She-Hulk here only knows how to smash.Yeah, Mr. Arson here only knows how to blow shit up.
I have been in this well of loneliness, this black hole.Maybe it drove me a little mad.We were meant for love, Frances,not this terrible isolation.