I Had To Do That. At Least

Frankly, I Could Use A Little Sugarcoating.

Your Only Defense Can Be You Were So Madly In Love You Weren't Responsible For Your Actions.

If You Die And I Live There's No Life For Me Back In District 12. You're My Whole Life. I Would Never Be Happy Again.

Sometimes, When I Clean A Kill, I Feed Buttercup The Entrails. He Has Stopped Hissing At Me. Entrails. No Hissing. This Is The Closest We Will Ever Come To Love.

Fine. Somebody Else Can Arrange To Get The Stupid Goat Knocked Up.