If I can't have you, no one can.

And I can't get her out of my head.

You've got to show her that you're different.

No, Chris, it's not that.

No, Chris, that's a man.

No, I mean stop.

Yeah, no, I feel fine.

Show her that you care with a passion of a psychotic maniac.

No, I don't need you at all.

I have no idea who they are.

There, that's the best I could do.

Well, from this moment on, Trisha, I shall torment you no longer.

Yes, I have put on a little weight, honey, but you're no beanpole either.

I was just talking to Russell, and we've decided that I should finish what I started and stab you.

I never was the least bit interested in you, but you sure know the proper way to show a gal you love her.

I gave up on that major babe, and look where it got me.

Oh, Trisha, I feel so bad about this that, well, maybe I'll stop.

No, don't feel sorry for me, because I feel sorry for you, because I've already forgotten your name.

I shall walk out this door, and you will no longer see, hear, or smell of me again.

That is the sickest, most perverted thing I have ever heard in my entire life.