deep down just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing

Ugh, if only your wits matched your looks.

I know you think you own this town, but I invented it. All of it.

I'm a bit more old-fashioned, in my techniques. Pounding the pavement, knocking on doors, that sort of thing.

You ever walk into a situation where you know exactly what's going to happen... and then you go into it anyway?

And you dress like Norman Bates when he dresses like Norman Bates's mother.

I'm a queen. Not some burlap-loving peasant who sleeps in dirt.

But I'm not walking in there with nothing but my good looks.

Love is hope, fuels our dreams. And if you're in it, you need to enjoy it. Because love doesn't always last forever.

Two earthquakes and a jump from a beanstalk. I think my brain's still rattling around a little.

I'm the closest thing left to a sheriff here, so I can just throw you in a cell until you figure out a way.