“I hate New Year's Eve. One more chance to remember that you haven't yet done what you wanted. And to pretend it doesn't matter.”
“Will. It doesn't matter--""Nothing matters more!" His voice grew in strength. "I know that if you hate me it is because I forced you to. I know that you have no reason to give me a second chance to be regarded by you in a different light. But I am begging you for that chance. I will do anything. Anything.”
“All I wanted for Christmas was a New Years Eve party that I would never forget. Too bad I got too drunk to remember it.”
“I hate how we never get out chance to see how things could've turned out. I hate how I know I'm not over you yet I pretend to be.”
“I hate one that remembers what's done over the cup.”
“I haven't done anything to make you scream. Yet.”