“Cute kid. Dimples, curls, he’s like a male Shirley Temple.”

“Drinking Shirley Temple with my Mary Janes on, let's say that every possibility waits”

“Acting is the most minor of gifts and not a very high-class way to earn a living. After all, Shirley Temple could do it at the age of four.”

“This time, I know all of his tricks: dimples, divots, smiles, and cute eye-crinkle things. Bring it on.”

“I gave a relenting sigh. "Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's." Pj's that consisted of nothing but a tank top and boy shorts--an image I didn't want to sear into Scott's mind. Scott smiled. "I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter." Ugh. The dimple in his cheek deepened. And it was not in any way cute...”

“Kids are baby goats. They're cute and they have redeeming social value. You are definitely not kids.”