Listen to me, woman. There is a certain order to things in this world, and you can
go one way or the other. There is a very distinct path for you to either be a saint or a piece of sh i t. Now look at me. Tell me you want him over me. Tell me that these years of standing beside you, listening to you cry, taking care of you aren't worth a damn. Tell me you aren't scared to be without me. Am I ...