I want to break your heart.
The cold heart indeed, madame, which deserves no pity.
You have been deceived by your own cold heart - a curse upon your house and all within it.
Professor Cold Heart: Whats that? Little friendly fuzzies? With things on their tummies? In my kingdom? Disgusting, isnt it?
After questioning, nothing. Its not a crime to have a cold heart and not a single shred of compassion
I seriously think its time for you to move on and stop this broken-heart stuff.
All men kill the thing they hate, too, unless, of course, it kills them first.
Not the function; the temperature. I fear its gone cold... since Serenity, sir. Since you stopped going.