O darling, my precious one, love of my life, you’re making way too big a deal out of this.
Heart of my heart, mate of my soul. Honey: Don’t you think you’re being a little paranoid?
Sweetness. Gorgeous. Woman. Of. My. Dreams—how about you just calm down and put that thing down.
O my Angel, beautiful as the day we met…if we don’t open that door, they’re going to break it down.
Even through this milky plexiglas, you are so beautiful, even under these fluorescent lights, you in those orange scrubs.