- Edward Rochester: Your gaze is very direct, Miss Eyre. Do you think me handsome?
- Me: HELL YES YOU KNOW YOU ARE. YOU ARE MICHAEL GODDAMN FASSBENDER AND YOU ARE FINER THAN A SUMMER EVENING.
- Jane Eyre: No, Sir.
- Me: ...bitch the hell is wrong with you?
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