I blame you for my addiction to bad music.
Me?
Yes, you. You stupid Bieber-loving fool.
Baby, baby, baby, nooooooo!
Shut your mouth.
When you smile, I smile!
I'm not smiling.
I just need somebody to love...
Oh, come ere' you big douche.
Now that's the Casey I know.
You're such an asshole.
Love me, love me, say that you love me.
I hate you.
No. Like this: I love you, Andrew Callahan.
Fuck you.
Oh, Casey Morgan, you're a girl after my own heart.
You stupid Irish bastard.
Oh, and tis' Morgan not Irish?
You're ridiculous.
What's the matter with you today, love?
Nothing, just drop the accent.
Say that you love me first.
I love you.
Louder please, dahhlin'.
I'll not say it louder.
Oh, yes love, I think you will be doin' jus' that.
You're incorrigble.
And you're beautiful when you're angry.
Damn it, Andrew.
Ahh hemm.
I LOVE YOU FRANCIS ANDREW CALLAHAN!
Oh, there you go embarressing me with the Francis-ing! Course you can never do anything how I'd like.
Oh hush, you big wanker.
No, I won't be persauded you, gypsy!
Fine then, I take it back.
Now don't go sayin' things like that. Don't be silly now, my love! You can't take things like that back.
I know, I was only playin'. Surely you must know that I do love you more than anything.
You bloody Americans, always putting us Irish between hard places and rocks.
You don't want to love me?
Oh, you're a sharp one my love, so don't be sayin' foolish things such as that. O'course I want to love you. Tis' just I don't know how to.

The Trick That Brought About the End of Life As They Knew It

You dance, the boy told her, like you're on fire.
Well maybe I am and anyways wouldn't that make a beautiful story?A ballerina, who catches on fire and tries to extinguish it by pirouetting or with a perfect arabesque.
How does it end?
Isn't obvious? She dies.
This is just a story though?
Come on, don't tell me you don't think about dying.
Honestly, I don't. If I didn't know better I swear I'd think I could live forever.
You're silly, Boy.
I have a name. It's..
Oh hush. I don't care for names.
Why?
Because you become attatched to them and I'd prefer not to be attatched to anything.
That seems rather lonely.
Boy, the girl stated, the best way to avoid getting your heart broken is to pretend you don't have one.
You're the most interesting girl I've ever met.
Save the compliments for the other girls, I've seen how they fish for them. Apparently, you're something.
You don't seem to think so.
I have trouble thinking highly of someone whose only ever been admired for his appearence.
I suppose you want me to apologize for that?
It would be a start, don't you think? And anyways, it was terribly rude of you to never ask my name. So you can apologize for that too.
I was just getting to that, honest.
It's Darya and the only time it may be substituted is when you use, "darling" instead.
I thought you said you don't like names?
I don't but I think, I'll make an exception this time.
Why is that?
You're having a hard enough time as it is, Boy. I wouldn't want to give you something else to think about.
The boy laughed, how kind of you.
What is your last name?
Wolowitz.
You're Jewish?
Yes.
I am Russian. You must promise to hate me forever. Say it.
I promise.
The whole thing, Boy.
I promise to hate you forever.
Forever what?
I promise to hate you forever, Darya.
Perfect. I suppose I should promise to hate you too.
It would be pointless.
Why?
Because you never made me promise I wouldn't love you.