“I’m not stealing it. We’re stranded. This is called borrowing.” “This is called you’re crazy.”

“All I can think about is bed.”“We’re sharing the same thought.”“You’re thinking about bed too?”“I’m thinking about YOU in MY bed.”

“Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.”

“You can call me Patch. No really. Call me.”

“Your name?” I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered.“Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me”

“Nora: What are you planning?Patch: I wouldn't call this planning. I'd call this throwing a Hail Mary with seconds left on the clock.”

“Why is Anthony Amowitz using his pimp smile on you?” “You’re only calling him a pimp because he’s here. At Marcie’s.”“Yeah, so?”“He’s being nice.” I elbowed her. “Smile back.”“Being nice? He’s being horny.”