Loki: Love is a dagger. (makes a dagger appear) It's a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it. It's beautiful. Until it makes you bleed. But ultimately, when you reach for it... (the dagger disappears)

Sylvie: It isn't real. Love is an imaginary dagger.

Loki: Doesn't make sense, does it?

Sylvie: No. Terrible metaphor.

Loki: Damn. I thought I had something there.