[ CW ] A character can only say one line or phrase repeatedly , however he/she makes good use of it amongst those who can speak without restraint .

Linda sprinted up the hallway, her thick blocky heels clunking dully on the carpet. 
 
'Sir?' She panted,'I have bad news. China wo n't bite.' 
 
 He looked up from his paperwork, his heavy brows a straight line. After a moment, he exhaled and said simply,'Ah, screw it. Why not?' 
 
'They said it's just too risky. They ca n't afford it right now. I'm sorry.' A pause.'Hey, why do n't you take it easy for the rest of the day? You want lunch?' 
 
 Ted nodded. 
 
'You want a steak ciabatta with onion gravy? It'll cheer you up.' 
 
 He wanted a salad actually but he sighed and said,'Ah, screw it, why not?' 
 
 Ted chewed his sandwich. It was soggy and the steak was full of gristle. *Ah, screw it*, he thought, throwing the rest into his wastepaper basket. Gravy dripped all over his notes, useless now without the China deal. He'd never failed before. His straightforward business style had always been his strength. He looked back down at the notes again; the proposal had began strong; *Ah, screw it. Why not? *, and the final line should have had those bastards chomping at the bit; *Why not? * They had n't even given some answers to the most important question. Screw them then. He was going home. 
 
 Maya was on the sofa when he got home. Immediately she knew something was wrong and she hurried over to take off his coat.'Bad day?' She queried. 
 
'Ah, screw it,' Ted muttered. 
 
 She hugged him and said,'I have steak marinating for tonight, sound good Ted-Bear?' 
 
'Why not?' 
 
'Great, I'll put it on now' 
 
 Ted put his hand on her shoulder as she turned, and looked into her hazel eyes. He just needed that connection. She felt it, and hugged him warmly, tightly. As she pulled back, Ted looked at Maya again, and then down to his crotch. Back to her, her face now less radiant. 
 
'Ah... Screw it?' 
 
 Maya scowled,'and who said romance was dead?' And stormed off back to the kitchen. 
 
'WHY NOT?' Ted yelled. 
 

