“I’m so lonely, I just need somebody to call me—even if it’s a wrong number. I’m also hungry, so maybe that caller could order me a pizza after they hang up on me.”

“I’m thirsting for fame. I’m so fucking thirsty. Somebody bring me a tall glass of saltwater with a side order of desert.”

“Hey I just met you,and this is crazy,but here's my number,So call me maybe?It's hard to look right at you baby,But here's my number,So call me maybe?”

“I called Phil up, but I didn’t call Phillip. He hung up on me, and I’m still hung up about that. To make things right I might just call Phillip and hang up.”

“[Lena] “You’re asking me on a date?”From the corner of his eye, he could see the bartender listening and not pretending not to. The kid barely looked old enough to be out of college— hell, high school.Tuning the kid out of his mind, he focused on Lena. “Yeah, I’m asking you on a date. At least, I’m trying to. It’s been awhile since I’ve asked a woman on a date, so maybe I’m doing it wrong.”“Well, it’s been awhile since a guy asked me on a date, so maybe I’ve just forgotten how to recognize the clues.” That pretty, wide mouth curled up in a slow smile.”

“I’m hungry,” Jason grumbled as he stared at the empty plates on his smallcoffee table.Brad groaned, “You practically ate both plates of cookies. How in the hell areyou hungry?”Jason shrugged leaning back in his chair to watch the game. “I just am.Leave me the hell alone I’m a growing boy, damn it!”“Yeah, a growing thirty-one year old boy,” Brad mumbled.“I’m still growing damn it so shut the hell up and feed me!”“Order something and stop bitching!” Brad snapped.“You order something. I’m too weak to move.”