You couldn't know what it means to love a girl as I love her.

It isn't in you.

Annoy her?
I'd cut my heart out first.

What business is it of yours if I choose to stand out here all night just for a glimpse of her in all her happiness, all her triumph, all that she's got because she deserves it?
Oh, I'm sober enough, so don't think it's that.

Now, you let me alone.