Butcher And Blackbird Best Quotes

I think we’re officially best friends now,” she says.  “Oh yeah? Do you want to go do karate in the garage?

And sometimes the best things come out of the fire.

You’re all the best things to me, Sloane. No matter how many bruises are in your heart or on your skin.

You’re my friend. Maybe someday my best friend.

You're all the best things to me, Sloane. No matter how many bruises are in your heart or on your skin.

I wish you would have stayed, Blackbird. I would have taken you back into the kitchen. We could have made something together.”  “You were busy. I was…intruding.”  “I would have made time for you. You’re…” I swallow before I can say more than I should. “You’re my friend. Maybe someday my best friend.

You’re right about all those worries that are circling around in your head. Maybe all of them are true. But maybe it shouldn’t matter, because everyone messes up. We all let each other down once in a while. And sometimes the best things come out of the fire.

Sloane Sutherland, my beautiful Blackbird. From the moment I met you, you changed the course of my life. I can’t remember anything being fun or exciting or new without you. I can’t remember feeling anything but numb until you burst into my world in your smelly little cage of orzo pastas … I can’t envision the future without you in it. And I don’t want to, not ever. So marry me, Sloane, and we’ll go on crazy adventures forever and fuck shit up, and be best friends and do karate in the garage and make love every day and grow old together. Because I can’t imagine anyone I’d rather spend all those moments with than you.

That color doesn’t remind me of eggplant, for what it’s worth. It reminds me of blackberries. The best berry, if you ask me. It reminds me of irises. They have the best scent of any flower. It reminds me of night, just before dawn. The best time of day.

You're right about all those worries that are circling around in your head. Maybe all of them are true. But maybe it shouldn't matte, because everyone messes up. We all let each other down once in a while. And sometimes the best things come out of the fire.

We all let each other down once in a while. And sometimes the best things come out of the fire.

Marry me, Sloane, and we'll go on crazy adventures together forever, and fuck shit up, and be best friends, and do karate in the garage, and make love every day and grow old together. Because I can't imagine anyone I'd rather spend all those moments with than you.

So marry me, Sloane, and we'll go on crazy adventures forever, and fuck shit up, and be best friends and do karate in the garage and make love every day and grow old together. Because I can't imagine anyone I'd rather spend all those moments with than you.

So marry me, Sloane, and we’ll go on crazy adventures forever, and fuck shit up, and be best friends and do karate in the garage and make love every day and grow old together. Because I can’t imagine anyone I’d rather spend all those moments with than you.

I think we’re officially best friends now,” she says. “Oh yeah? Do you want to go do karate in the garage?

That you’ll probably never meet someone like him again. That he’s probably the only one out there like you. That you could mess it up. Or he could let you down. Or that maybe your friendship could go up in flames. You’re right about all those worries that are circling around in your head. Maybe all of them are true. But maybe it shouldn’t matter, because everyone messes up. We all let each other down once in a while. And sometimes the best things come out of the fire.

Sloane Sutherland, my beautiful Blackbird. From the first moment I met you, you changed the course of my life. I can’t remember anything being fun or exciting or new without you. I can’t remember feeling anything but numb until you burst into my world in your smelly little cage of orzo pastas,” I say, smiling when her laugh breaks free amidst her tears. My grip firms around her trembling hand. “I can’t envision the future without you in it. And I don’t want to, not ever. So marry me, Sloane, and we’ll go on crazy adventures forever, and fuck shit up, and be best friends and do karate in the garage and make love every day and grow old together. Because I can’t imagine anyone I’d rather spend all those moments with than you.

I’m counting this as a win.” “That’s fair.” “That’s three for me. Best of five.” “Deserved. Totally.” “And I’m still very angry with you.” “I get it, love.” “I want to stab you.” “Yeah, that makes sense. Please not my dick though. Or my balls. Or my pretty face.