“Do I look like the flower type of guy?”

“I like movies that keep me guessing until the end. I always guess flowers, because no matter what type of movie, whether romance, mystery, or horror, nobody suspects the flowers.”

“A cheerleader? Do I look like a guy who'd be interested in talking to a cheerleader?”

“More bungalow-type setups. Rent by the week. Artsy places,” Zaneexplained. “It’s different.”“Do I look like an artsy type to you?” Ty asked, bristling on principle.It didn’t even faze Zane. “You look like sex on legs to me. You’llblend in, no problem.”

“But I'm not a hearts and flowers guy. I'm not even an all-night guy. I don't hold hands. I don't cuddle. I don't do any of that stuff. - Lee Coburn”

“Some girls can't stand to be around the guy they like. They get really nervous, and rather than make fools of themselves, they just stay away. I was the opposite; the more I liked a guy, the more I wanted to be around him. I was the type who'd join the same org, or pick the same elective. Sure I was probably looking like a fool five times a day over a bunch of things, but I liked being close to someone I admired.”