“If you don't burn out at the end of each day, you're a bum.”

“Noah: "You wanna dance with me?"Allie: "Sure. Now?"Noah: "Mmm Hmm"Allie: "You're not supposed to dance in the street."Noah: "You are supposed to dance in the street."Allie: "Yeah, but we don't have any music."Noah: "Well, we'll make some... Bum bum bum bum bum bum..."Allie: "You're a terrible singer."Noah: "I know."Allie: "And I like this song.”

“Young Noah: [humming] Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum. Young Allie: [laughing] You're a terrible singer. Young Noah: I know. Young Allie: [laying her head on his shoulder] But I like this song. [they continue dancing in the street to I'll Be Seeing You]”

“Everybody burns out in this world; amateur, pro, it doesn't matter, they all burn out, they all get hurt, the OK guys and the not-OK guys both. That's why everybody takes out a little insurance. I've got some too, here at the bottom of the heap. That way, you manage to survive if you burn out. If you're all by yourself and don't belong anywhere, you go down once, and you're out. Finished.”

“And a special thanks for not burning up the whole ship. Including yourself, you daft bum-rag.”

“Don't duh me!" Puck snapped. "Trying to figure out what you're thinking from one day to the next takes more brains than I have."Well, maybe you should stop. I'd hate to burn out that little peanut in your head.”