The Magus1968

Nicholas Urfe:
This thing, it's like being halfway through a book. You can't just throw it in the dustbin.

Anne:
So you throw me instead?

Nicholas Urfe:
I'm trying to be honest.

Anne:
Honest? It's just like in London. You haven't changed. I'll always be that French girl who slept around. A human boomerang. Throw her away and she'll always come back for another week of duty-free sex.

Nicholas Urfe:
That's below the belt!

Anne:
Your natural territory.