“I don’t know what you’re feeling. I won’t even pretend.”
“I won’t even pretend I didn’t care. I wanted to win. I mean, if you don’t care about winning the competition, why show up?”
“Ryder: “Well, you’re not the type I want to be my first either.”Grace:“What?” Ryder: “You’re the type I want to be my last. You know...the settle down and marry sort. If you’re my first, then I won’t get to—I don’t know—sow any wild oats or anything.”
“When I take you, you’ll know exactly what we’re doing, what you’re feeling, and I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name. -Will M.”
“I need your submission too, but only if it’s real. If you’re really not feeling it, then don’t pretend. Make me earn it.”
“What do you know that you’re not telling me?""I don’t know what you know, so I don’t know what you don’t know.”