“we're bumping into each other all the time...”
“Hi there," Tucker says brightly, like we're bumping into each other on the street. "Uh, hi.""Nice night for stalking," he observes."No, I was---""Get your butt in here, Carrots.”
“We're all born strangers to ourselves and each other, and we're seldom formally introduced.”
“We're all just walking each other home.”
“It's the perfect solution. We argue all the time. We can't stand each other. It's like we're already married.”
“We've never managed, either one of us, to get all the way into life. We're hanging on to the outside for all we're worth, convinced we're going to fall off at the next bump.”