Let’s cut the bull. You need me like I need a hole in the head. But maybe that’s what works about two sick nuts like us. I’ll kill 10,000 men for you. I’ll murder them with my fists if I have to. I just want you to be able to do what you love. Pottery, teaching, and me. Get off your high horse, and get on my hog. Let’s ride off into hell before the devil knows we’re dead. Will you marry me?