Allison: We didn't have time for that glass of champagne, so I made you a promise. Tomorrow might be too late.
Paladin: And the gardens, like a picture in a book. None of it's real, is it? Your father and his friends making ridiculous rules and games about killing. You making a sport out of love, and trying to pretend it's all so sad, so tragic. In killing, or in making love...I don't pretend.