Bryan: You alright there partner? You haven't said much since we pulled out of the parking garage twenty minutes ago.

Marissa: I'm fine. Just running some things through my mind.

Bryan: Personal or work-wise?

Marissa:Personal

Bryan: Santoni?

Marissa: *sigh* Why does everything have to be about fucking Santoni? Can't it be about me sometimes? What about my wants and needs?

I'm sick of feeling the way I feel about him, when I know that he couldn't even be bothered because he's all wrapped up in Julie. I'm sick of her too. I'm sick of the both of them. What the hell is so wrong with me that he couldn't have picked me over her?

All he does is waltz in my life and say things that totally contradict what he does and then leaves me to try and figure out what the hell it really is he wants from me. I mean, come on. Would it kill him to be honest just once?

My God! When did I turn into such a pathetic loser that I am sitting here whining about my non-relationship with Tyler? I'm a federal agent for Christ sake. I am respected when I walk into a room. I am feared by criminals when I come after them. Plus I am hot and gorgeous and a very sexual person. I need sex. I need gorilla sex. Hot, sweaty gorilla sexy. I want it. I deserve it. I deserve to have an orgasm.

And I'm not going to reserve that for Santoni. Oh no. The next man I feel even slightly attracted to I'm going to pounce on him. Pounce. I'm not going to put my life on hold waiting for a man who's chosen another woman to fire up his loins. No sirree. I'm going out there and making myself available. Men want me. Men hit on me all the damn time. I am a penis magnet. It's my curse.

Bryan: Remind me never to ask you anything before you've had your coffee.