“...everyone would wonder, 'What's he doing with her?' And then you'd say, 'Hmm, good question,' and you'd dump me. That wouldn't be nice.”

“You'd be surprised what people will do for money that they wouldn't do forlove.Myrnin.”

“Fear you?" she said without thinking. "Good God, I would never do that."Easing her head back, Westcliff looked at her while a slow smile spread across his face. "No, you wouldn't," he agreed. "You'd spit in the devil's eye if it suited you.”

“Don't find a nice guy. You'd get bored, and he wouldn't know what to do with you. So... yeah, be pissed at me if you want, but you--you're one-of-a-kind..." He paused, unsure of what he was really trying to say. "So just find a guy that gets that, you know?" He rolled his eyes at the longest voicemail in history. "Or just ignore me, because it's none of my business, anyway.”

“I hate when you have to smile for me..so nice if you'd do that spontaneously.”

“It's not as bad as Taylor Swift,” he says.“What did Taylor Swift ever do to you?” I ask, defensively.“Nothing,” he smirks, slowing down as we pull into the yard.“Just wondered what you'd say. Come on.”