Only 85%? Hardly seems fair.[Jack of Hearts: Chance of success to 85%.]
It’s up to you. You eat what you kill. It’s a long-odds lottery ticket buried under a thousand f***ing rejections, and you gotta have the grit and the balls to reach down and scratch it.[to Liza]
I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence.
I rode through the rain. I’d ride through worse than that if I could just hear your voice telling me that I might at least have some chance to win you.[to Emma]
I need you to trust me, one last time.[to Erika]
