“Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.”

“We'll tell our secrets to the dark"-Adam"Okay"-Mia"So let's hear another of your irrational fears"-Adam"I'm scared of losing you"-Mia"I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen"-Adam"It still scares me"- Mia”

“I don't hate you. I don't think I ever really did. It was just anger. And once I faced it head-on, once understood it, it dissipated. -Mia”

“Mia is walking away, walking toward the other end of the bridge. Without me.I get it now.I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.”

“Mia,” Kim said, an edge of warning in her voice signaling the end of her patience. “You’re starting to act like one of those girls. Do you need to get me a gun?”

“In that twisted incestuous way of fate, Mia's a part of our history, and we're among the shards of her legacy.”

“Mia's smile is melting chocolate. It's a kick-ass guitar solo. It's everything good in this world.”