“I couldn't see you, Megan. I wouldn't have been able to stay away”

“Well, honey, once you've been head-over-heels in love with somebody, you don't go back to being 'friends'. It doesn't work that way. - Megan's Dad”

“I mean, when you’ve got someone who actually cares about you, maybe loves you, you’d have to be a real asshole to throw it away,”

“I won’t.” He reached for her hand, which rested on the seat betweenthem, and wrapped it tightly in his. “I promise. If you want to get rid of me this time, you’ll have to file a restraining order to keep me away”

“Sorry. I know we shouldn't be doing this. I know we were supposed to be friends for a while first, but God, I've missed you so much. I think about you all the time.”

“I'm good at blowjob.”

“I would like to visit the factory that makes train horns, and ask them how they are able to arrive at that chord of eternal mournfulness. Is it deliberately sad? Are the horns saying, Be careful, stay away from this train or it will run you over and then people will grieve, and their grief will be as the inconsolable wail of this horn through the night? The out-of-tuneness of the triad is part of its beauty.”