“Drake comes over and sits on the arm of the couch, a Landon no-no. Figures. Drake can knock girls up, deform the furniture and no one says boo. What the hell did I ever do?”

“How many strokes does it take?""One. Two. Three.""Four. Five...""Six.""Seven. Eight.""Nine.""What if Daddy. Ten. Finds out what I did. Eleven. To his innocent little girl?""Twelve.""This is what you do to me. Feel it. Thirteen.""Fourteen.""Do What he says, Toni. Fifteen. Come."His heated lips curved against her ear. "Fifteen it is."~Drake”

“Go to the devil, Captain Drake. (Serenity)That’s not very ladylike! (Morgan)Then try this one. Go to hell, and…and rot! (Serenity)”

“Drake is my own personal suicide, and the sooner I except that, the sooner I can come to terms with my loner status at the school library”

“That girl was a goddess and once a guy got hooked on her it was damn hard weaning off. - Drake”

“You look like you belong in a bad comic book,” I told him cheerfully.----------------------“What did the Drakes do that’s got you all pissy?”“Pissy? Did you just call me pissy?”