Eve: Anyway, Thanks For Riding To The

Roarke: You'd Enjoy Flying More If You'd Learn The Controls. Eve: I'd Rather Pretend I'm On The Ground. Roarke: And How Many Vehicles Have You Wrecked, Had Blown Up, Or Destroyed In The Last, Oh, Two Years? Eve: Think About That, Then Imagine It Happening When I'm At The Wheel At Thirty Thousand Feet. Roarke: Good Point. I'll Do The Flying.

I Find I Use The Internet More And More. It's Just An Invaluable Tool. I Do Most Of My Research On The Net Now - And Certainly Do The Bulk Of My Communicating Through Email.

She Could And Had Faced An Armed Laser In The Hands Of A Mad Mutant Mercenary With Less Fear Than She Faced Such Unswerving Emotion.

Make A Life With Me, One That Comes From Love, One That I Can Watch Grow In You. Only A Fool Would Believe That What Comes From What We Have Together Would Be Anything But Beautiful.

I Know You Love Me, But I Don't Know Why. I Look At You And I Just Can't Get Why It's Me. Every Time I Get My Balance, I Lose It Again. Because It Shouldn't Be Me, And I Think It'd Kill Me If You Ever Figured That Out.