“Don't mess with me, Ava," he says smugly, "You should know by now I always win.”
“You say you don't see any part of me. To love in all this mess and I know. You take the good and all the bad that comes with me.”
“Told you I was going to mess up your make up," he said, a smug grin on his face.”
“What do you want to want to be, anyway?""I don't know; I guess what I want to be is a good Catholic.""What you should say"--he told me--"what you should say is that you want to be a saint.”
“Ava, you should know that once I’ve had you, you’re mine.”
“You should know me well enough by now to know I don't ask for things I don't think I can get.”