Look, it’s Valentine’s Day, and we’ve got to deal with this together.
Fred’s dead, and there’s no changing that, but that doesn’t mean your love has to die with him.
They got him to the hospital in time to harvest your love out of him and implant it in me.
The recovery’s been difficult, but with intensive rehabilitation, I think I’m ready to leave the hospital.
The doctors warned me there was a risk of rejection… did you take the pills they gave you?
No? Yes?
Oh well. I guess you’ll just have to settle for loving just me then.