“I see you have prepared the chessboard." He grinned a devilish grin. "I thought we could play for it. I win, you marry me. You win, I marry you. That way we both win" (p.120)”
“You'd probably marry me just to annoy your father."He grinned. "Well, that would certainly be a bonus.""Why don't you like him?" I asked. "He seems all right.""In five-minute doses," Win muttered.”
“I’ll marry you,” I told him decisively. “That way, we can both have kids someday.”He grinned, those dimples emerging in a blaze of glory. “Yeah, you probably would.”
“I win, you win. You win, I win. The gun, I win. The fruit, you win. I win, you win.”
“You were born to win, but to be a winner you must plan to win, prepare to win, and expect to win.”
“Now I realized that me and him were just alike. We were both born to win. And, when we were not winning, it was OK 'cause we were busy planning to win.”