I have something to tell you."

"How, you have something to tell me?"

"You have understood me exactly."

"Well, I am listening."

"Listening? Then, you wish me to tell you?"

"Yes, that is it. I am listening, and therefore I wish you to tell me."

"Shall I tell you now?"

"No.

Plan. Yes. Good idea. I should come up with a plan.

A stupid person can make only certain, limited types of errors; the mistakes open to a clever fellow are far broader. But to the one who knows how smart he is compared to everyone else, the possibilities for true idiocy are boundless.

You’ll be angry, but I’m going to ask anyway. Will you marry me?' The unsupported voice, the one that happened when he couldn’t breathe, but had to speak.
I nudged his hands apart to see his face, and found it faintly overcast by tension. 'No,' I said gently,
He blinked again and asked, his voice unaltered, 'May I ask you once a year, every seventh of December, in case the answer changes?'
'Yes. I don’t think it will.'
'Oh. I only ask because I hate the thought of not having breakfast with you for the rest of my life.'
'My dear,' I said. 'Jamie. That’s a different question.'
'Oh. Will you have breakfast with me for the rest of my life?'
'Probably.

Just because they really are out to get you doesn't mean you aren't paranoid.

Every once in while, a person will do something obvious and direct that is no more than it appears to be. I think they do it to throw you off.