Karl Childers: “What you reckon you got in there that’s good to eat?”
Jaqen H'ghar: “A man has chili dogs, nachos, hamburgers. A man has bacon cheeseburgers, too.”
Karl Childers: “Got any potted meat?”
Jaqen H'ghar: “No, a man does not have potted meat.”
Karl Childers: “Hmmm. What you reckon you like to eat?”
Jaqen H'ghar: “A man must decide for himself what a man would like to eat.”
Karl Childers: “Hmmm. Got any biscuits in there?””
Jaqen H'ghar: “No, a man does not have any biscuits. A man has french fries, a man thinks those are good to eat.”
Karl Childers: “Kindly give me some of them.”
Jaqen H'ghar: “Would a man like the small, or the large?”
Karl Childers: “I reckon I’ll take the bigguns.”
Jaqen H'ghar: “Would a man like anything else?”
Karl Childers: “Hmmm. I like the way you talk.”
Jaqen H'ghar: “A man likes the way you talk, also.”
What if you were named as heir to a Will that you knew nothing about and members of your family were being kidnapped and tortured for information they didn't have? What if you went to the police only to find out the Russian Mafia and your own govern
Love, romance, innocence, intrigue, danger, and lust. Life is complicated, and love even more so. Life, and love, can be hazardous to a lady's health. Especially if she's fallen in love with a married pop star.
Karl Childers: “What you reckon you got in there that’s good to eat?”
