[So Prior won't let go, even if he's going down with him. There's every effort not to, his legs churn water, but the boat's still far off.]

I've seen a lot of the people you fuck, I could close my eyes and trip over one on any given street. And I don't give a crap about the number or the names, but forgive me if being the only intolerable creature in a city with plenty of people I wouldn't show an interest in from the end of a very long bargepole didn't make me appreciate it was out of love.

[For someone with enough bruises of their own, it's been - well, dispiriting. And that puts enough spirit back in him to fight to keep his head out of the water a little more.]

And as for your heart - if you got food poisoning once, I hope that you never ate again. You idiot, you're not even protecting anything, keeping yourself downtrodden so that nobody can step on you again. I'll use love against you, is that it?