My heart was in my throat, and I'm not in love with him.

I love you.

Victims post-save get confused, and they fall in love with firefighters.

But I love her.

I love my wife.

I love it when they learn.

My love, you got it right.

See if I can love myself first.

When she was winning, he loved her.

You know, I'd love to get one of those, but those are actually in my other old neighborhood.

So you would be worthy of his love.

She is worthy of your love and your care.

According to my wife, all the pretty girls love these.

A parent's love is God to a three-year-old.

Your disproportionate love for yourself has to be balanced out somehow.

In there somewhere?

Anybody in here?

Anybody in here?

Come on in.

When a child is three years old, a parent's love is everything.