“Sir Tucker,” I say suddenly, interrupting Angela.“Yeah?”“I believe the correct response is, ‘yes, Your Majesty,”

“Tucker: I'm glad it happened. because then I got to know who you really are.Clara: Oh yeah? Who am I? Tucker: A really, really spiritual, spoiled California chick.Avery: Shut up.Tucker: It's cool though. My girlfriend is an angel.”

“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.”

“Clara's mother: Yes, and what could possible be more important to your life right now than Christian? Clara: I'm going out with Tucker.”

“Tucker: Is it okay to kiss you?Clara: What?Tucker: I won't get struck by lightning?Clara: (laughs) No lightning.”

“Tucker," I say. "I'm so glad you're still here."I throw myself into his arms. He hugs me tightly."I couldn't leave," he says."I know.""I mean, literally. I don't have a ride.”

“You do know we're officially the talk of the town," I say to Tucker. He might as well have taken a marker to my forehead and written PROPERTY OF TUCKER in big black letters.His eyebrows lift. "Do you mind?"I reach for his hand and lace his fingers with mine. "Nope."I'm with Tucker. In spite of my failed purpose and everything, it looks like I'm actually going to get to keep him. I'm the luckiest girl in the world.”