“Simon: Anyone ever tell you your sense of timing really sucks?Derek: That's why I don't play the drums. Now what's up?”

“I don't know if anyone can ever really explain why they believe in someone. But I do. I believe in you. I hope that's worth something.”

“If anyone ever asks you what panic is, now you can tell them: an emotional blank spot that leaves you feeling as if you've been sucking on a mouthful of pennies.”

“Derek? Derek!-CholeChole! what are you doing out here? i said we will check it out later. key word WE-Derekoh, yeah I decided to come out on my own. thats why i was calling your name repeatively- Chole”

“Where's Simon?"..."Is he okay? Why isn't he here?" She glared at Derek. "Where'd you leave him?"Passed out in an alley." Derek frowned in thought. "Not sure where, though...”

“Didn't your mother ever tell you," Rob asked, "that you're supposed to play hard to get?" I looked at his lips. I probably don't need to tell you that they're really nice lips, kind of full and strong-looking. "What," I wanted to know, "is that going to get me?”