100% data scan complete ||| detected: 0 viruses, 1 big stupid jellyfish, 13 security leaks, way too many Mass Effect screenshots, billions and billions of stars and incalculable amount of rubbish.
Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around — nobody big, I mean — except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff — I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be. I know it’s crazy.
"I guess I’m finally getting to you."
"You always got to me. But you were bad for me, Ares. You still are."
"Xena, is there even a chance we could be together one day? I don’t know, maybe, you know… one in a thousand?"
"More like one in a billion."
"So, you’re saying there is a chance."Xena: Warrior Princess, “Coming Home” [6.1]