“So why the hell do you want me to duck under a fucking ticket counter and hide while you turn into a cowboy on me all of a sudden? Why now, when it really counts?” - Lily Hunt”

“Why do I find it irresistible when you tell me to go to hell so politely?”

“Why was she sitting in a tree?”“She was hiding from the organ thieves.”Ric blinked. “Sorry?”“Do you really want me to explain it?” “Not particularly.”

“Why did you take me down this road if you don't want to walk with me? Why do you exist all alone, when you could just talk to me?”

“Do you know how crazy that made me? I’m trying to concentrate on my fucking fucking ball baseball game and all I can think about is why the hell the girl I’m in love with is ignoring me. I knewsomething was wrong when you never called. I tried to shake it off, but I couldn’t. You can’t do that tome. Don’t you understand? You can’t fucking do that to me when I’m trying to play ball!”

“Why do so many people start their messages with, "It's me"? Of course it is you. We all know that. But who the hell ARE you?”