“I’m a tiger made out of a paper towel, and I’m going to wipe you out.”
“I’m going to cuddle the shit out of you.”
“And that’s why I can’t go out with you. I’m not going to become a number you can’t identify. It’s not what I’m looking for.”
“So, tomorrow, I’m leaving. And I’m not going to let that happen again with anyone else. I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is.”
“Oh God, he thought. “I’m sorry, I thought I heard you say to come in.”“I did.”“But you’re only wearing a towel.”“What is it with you guys and towels? It’s not like I’m naked.”
“I’m building a hot air balloon out of my love for you. I’m starting with the hot air, and then I’m going to surround that with saran wrap, because after all, I’m only using leftovers.”