One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.

Aw, kiss him, Gwen, clamored a hundred perky eggs. Shut up, she rebuked. We don't even know him, and until moments ago we thought he was dead. That's no way to start a relationship.

One day you may kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.”“Right, and one day my prince might come.”“I doubt he’ll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.

Now it's not just my lip you'll be needing to kiss if you're wishing to make amends with me, Irish.