"Headache gone yet?" She was concerned.
Yeah, sweetheart. I'd like to wring your lovely neck, though.
"I'm sorry about the music, George. I didn't have the volume adjusted. I won't leave you alone again." There was a note in her voice that George hoped was more than just professional concern.
Karen! You don't have to do that! You'll be tying yourself down. And I don't want that.
"I don't mind, George. I just don't want anything to happen to you. You're something—someone special."
Maybe I don't want it that way. Although I will admit I enjoy your company—but this around the clock business isn't necessary.
"I want to do it. Okay?"
Okay. I guess I can't stop you. Only don't you ever get tired?
"Sometimes."