Did I mention how much I’ve missed you?

Why don’t you tell people what happened last night” “You slept on the sofa!” “And why is that?” “Because you’re .... incompetent

I only just met you, I can’t lick you when I don’t even know you

I don’t reply. Surely Tucker wouldn’t bring someone back to a room knowing that I’ll be in the bed too, first shot. He wouldn’t do anything with her after last night, this morning and this afternoon, second shot. Although he is all over her and has been since we got here, third shot. Maybe I didn’t drop my knickers quick enough, fourth shot. He’s probably laughing at me for everything I told him about the dream and stuff I wince and slam the now empty jager bomb glass down.

I'm not going to let you walk out on me again.”“I'm not walking out on you Tucker. I'm walking out on us.

Do you two have history?” “We used to friends” “Used to be?” “When I left, I never wanted to see him again

I have never been with an ugly woman!” he argues.“You’ve never been with one that can tie her own shoe laces either

What would be your first thought if you woke up naked, next to me in bed?”“Huh … it’s kind of warm considering hell has just frozen over

So no I'm not perfect. I'm still as fucked up as I always was, the only difference is that now I'm happy with it. I accept it and make the best of it.

You could refer to me as god and the odd curtsey wouldn’t go a miss either