“Clara: My heart doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to Tucker.”
“The future doesn't belong to the light-hearted. It belongs to the brave.”
“Tucker: "But she gave me the perfect gift."Clara: "What?"Tucker: "You.”
“Tucker: Is it okay to kiss you?Clara: What?Tucker: I won't get struck by lightning?Clara: (laughs) No lightning.”
“There I go, Clara the parrot. I belong on a pirate's shoulder.”
“Your heart doesn't belong on your sleeve, sunshine. It belongs strapped to your boot next to a six-inch dagger.”