Ms. BoxJam: Kiss me.

Ms. BoxJam: Kiss me like you mean it. Kiss me like a war. Kiss me like the instant a tiger reaches its prey. Kiss me like imminent death.

Ms. BoxJam: I want a kiss of the world drowning and burning at the same time.

BoxJam (thinking): You're about to tell me something that'll make me really mad, aren't you?

Ms. BoxJam (thinking): Yes.