Eve: "She had big plans for me. Kind of a pet, I imagine. Like William. Her little trained dog. And with you dead, she figured I'd inherit all your goodies. You're not going to do that to me are you?" Roarke: "What, die?" Eve: "Leave me all this stuff. " Roarke: "Only you would be annoyed by that.
I am in the infantry for 17 weeks and after that I don't know where I am going.