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Wendy: What kind of girl am I?
Billie: A very bad girl.
Wendy: Seriously... what kind?
Billie: ...and when she was good she was very good and when she was bad... she was horrid.

It took me nearly a year to get here. It wasn't so hard to cross that street after all, it all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side.

Tuskallisen suhteellista totuus on, ei lopullista.

Say, would you let me cry on your shoulder?
I've heard that you'll try anything twice.

There he standed, right there! And I was like "FFUUCK!", like I was just blown away. Like "Jesus Christ, he's fucking beautiful!". And he looked at me and he was like "Helloo" and I was like I, I fucking shivered, like I started shivering! Like "FUCK!". He's fucking gorgeous! And like a week later I was just, it was like staring off in the space somewhere and I realized "Fuck, I was just daydreaming about Ewan McGregor!". -- I want him to fuck me. I do! I want him to fuck me. -- I don't really have a shot with him, I think, because... I just don't rape moviestars.