Who—apart from you—cares if you’re saying it again? I know I don’t. I’ll never get bored.
I guess that's something worth dying for.
Maybe it's time to get a new one.
Really, it doesn’t matter. It’s so trivial—I don’t care if you do or you don’t.
You have successfully deceived me into whatever you were trying to deceive me in to.
Sharp, dull, throbbing, etc, whatever. Doesn't really matter, anyways, it's not important.
What kind of a pain was it?
But surely you must have been able to tell I was lying when I said I knew everything about you, but you were able to disprove that? , etc.
That's reassuring.
I can let you off. To tell you the truth, I am pretending to be more passionate about Listerining than I actually am.
