Colin: So, I have a dentist appointment tomorrow...
Penelope: Oh. Do you want me to go with you because you're a little scared?
Colin: Pffffft! No!
Penelope:
Penelope: Do you want me to go with you because you are a lot scared?
Colin: *Sobbing* Yes!
Colin, hyperventilating: 911? My wife's going into labour!
911 operator: Is this her first child?
Colin:
Penelope: Don't you dare!
Colin: NO THIS IS HER HUSBAND.
Colin: Okay, are we fighting or are we flirting? Because I'm getting mixed signals here.
Penelope: My hands are literally around your throat.
Colin: That doesn't answer my question.
Colin: I wasn't sure what kind of chocolate you liked, so I got them all.
Penelope: Colin, there are like 300 boxes here!
Colin: I panicked, okay Pen? Valentine's Day brings too many options.
I have spent so long trying to feel less, trying to be the kind of man society expects me to be. And for a moment, I thought I had succeeded. But these past few weeks have been full of confounding feelings. Feelings like a total inability to stop thinking about you. About that kiss. Feelings like dreaming of you when I'm asleep. And in fact preferring sleep because that is where I might find you. A feeling that is like torture. But one which I cannot, will not, do not want to give up.