“This"I’m so over him. This is me, being over him. La,la,la.”
“Ally placed her hands over her ears and changed, “La-la-la, not-listening-to-the-story-of-my-brother-proposing-while-doing-the-nasty-one-more-time, la-la-la.”
“An Omelet a la Feb,” she corrected him. “I can’t say that,” he told her.“Why not?”“I’m a man, Feb. I don’t say shit like, ‘a la’ anything.”
“Let me be clear, la mia tigrotta. I’m taking you to bed. I’m going to strip off your clothes, bury myself deep inside you, and make you come so many times the only word from your lips will be my name, begging me to do it all over again.”
“oh,you'll get over it... eventually-la payasa de lomas”
“I’m afraid I’ll never get over him. I’m afraid that I’ll spend the rest of my life wanting someone I can’t have. I have to get over him. I need to get over him.”