“I didn’t want to go back to sleep. I wanted to talk to him until the earth started revolving around the moon.”

“He crossed his arms again and requested, “You wanna stop aiming your weapon at me?”Actually, no. I didn’t. I wanted to keep aiming my gun at him and I might also want to pull the trigger.”

“Because she’s my mother, he’s the finest man I know and I want them both to be happy but I still don’t know whether to slap him on the back, threaten him, punch him or vomit on his shoes.”

“Call me hopeless romantic but I want to see my friend with the guy she's been pining for forever.... I want that more than anything on this earth.”

“Never before, never since have I felt for any woman, fuck anyone the way I felt about you. I want that back. I want my girl back.”

“Yeah, I started to chase you but the way you were goin’ after him, hell bent for leather, it occurred to me you would not be best pleased I caught you and stopped you. I didn’t want to deal with that backbone of yours getting any stronger if you were denied what you wanted. Especially in the middle of the night with you in an emotional state, in the throes of dealing with hearing Dobie Gray’s undeniably kickass but, no offense to you, honey, or Dobie Gray, in my opinion not cry worthy song.It also occurred to me you would be pleased I caught the kid for you so I went after him instead.”

“Are we done talking?""Absolutely""Are we going to sleep?""Absolutely not.”