Lisa Into My Passport

I don’t want to get married, and why would I? A wife is like a traffic cop to a speeding driver…

I don’t believe in love forever. Live with me for a year or two—then you’ll be free. Then you’ll find a husband too, if you’re so desperate to marry.

Hey, stop—where are you going?! I didn’t let you go anywhere. Don’t you dare look at another man, don’t you take a step in that direction. You’re not going anywhere—you won’t get away from me!

Damn it… Liza, I need your passport…