"Not really, but my love for her knows no bounds"

In this moment, I love Charlie, and it knows no bounds. I love him in most other moments, but this is one that demonstrates what the man is, what the man does. In the face of such adversity as the unresponsive woman in question and, you know, French royalty, Charlie is happy. He's happy, suggesting glee and a certain amount of giddiness at the thought of the fight, love's war. His fire burns, his smile bright, and he joins the other guys out in the street, his coat off, throwing snowballs at a broken woman's window, his love for her knows no bounds. There's some joy that I wouldn't mind getting a piece of sometime. Sam said something six years ago, he said it's not the girl she is but the girl you might shape her to be. Well, I don't know if his orientation makes his particular brand of advice more or less credible. Shucks, who's to say, right? Who really knows anything about anything. Sweet fancy Moses, it's now, yes, it's September. I don't even remember what I did on September the 1st 2007. I feel like it wasn't as good as what I'm doing now.