Whatever I feel for you, it doesn’t matter, because my mind is stronger than my heart. You know that about me. And while you may not be a murderer, you’re not my husband. You’ll never be my husband.[to Jonathan]
We’ve survived so far. And we’ll survive the rest. We will.[to Henry]
Part of the thrill of adultery is that it exists in the shadow of a primary relationship.
Exactly how weak do you think I am?[to Franklin]