“I exhale slowly, ten, nine, eight... counting backwards without meaning to, but it feels better than counting up, because at one it will be over, right?”

“...You're worried that you're going to go out of here and mess up your lines or trip on your high heels, but you're not. You're going to blow them away, just like you always do. You're a woman who knows what she wants, and you know how to get it. You're going to be the most, Margo, to say the least.”

“A small, inexplicable part of me was scared, right from the start - of counting on someone, of trusting that he'd always be there for me - as much it was exactly what another part of me wanted.”

“I couldn't help but wonder if that was what love was -- believing that someone was going to come through, in the end, and that it would still count”

“Why could we say more to each other when it counted less?”

“I counted seventy-three shades of grey in an eight-by-ten room.”

“Don’t count him out, Julia. He hasn’t given up on you.”