Run, Villain, Run — Three Boxes of Gold

We're her stand-ins and we completely broke character! If they catch us, we'll be written out of the story! How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways. Hmm. Drop the act. Elena's back. One of you is nothing more than a cheap knockoff,

and the other's an arranged wife. You don't deserve the Blake family, let alone my dashing grandsons. Take the gold and get the fuck out.

Mr. Vito! How can these cold, hard gold bars ever compare to my hot, soft heart that beats only for Aaron?

My heart aches just the same. I married into this family because I love Lucius. You can't put a price on true love. How can you try to buy me off with a mere box of

Have three boxes. That's my final offer. Take it and piss off or die.