"My—love."
"My love."
"So this—this is it?"
"What?"
"Love."
"Love. Love."
"How beautiful—sex."
"I want to kiss those stars out of your eyes. I want to wind you in moonlight."
"Bruce, I think I must be mad. Crazily—deliciously mad."
"Me too. I'm as deliciously, as crazily mad as any young Leander. I want to swim a thousand Hellesponts for you. I want—"