“I won’t tell you how I managed to break in, since I don’t want the authorities figuring out, but let’s just say that if you’re going to make a gate, make sure it reaches all the way to the ground.”

“You know," I said, holding my ground. "I gotta tell you. The goatee thing? Yeah, way over. And you know a little jewelry really does go a long way. Just something you might want to consider. I'm actually glad you stopped by, because I have a couple things I've been meaning to say to you. Number one,about your wife? Yeah, she's a skank. And number two, you know that whole thing where you killed Jesse and then buried his remains out back there? Yeah, way un-cool.”

“I thought there was something weird with all of you, I just couldn't figure out what it was. But now I know. It all makes sense." Her dark, tear-filled eyes sparkled as her accusatory gaze traveled from one of us to the other. "I can tell you battle on the side of good, and I want to join you." She turned to Frank, brushed her curly hair away from her throat, and closed her eyes. "Go ahead. Do it."There was a long silence as everyone stared at Kayla's shapely neck. Then Frank looked helplessly at John....."Kayla," I said walking over to her and giving her shoulders a shake. "No one's going to bite you.”

“You;re colling me, So i fugure you must not hate me anymore. dOES THIS MEAN YOU WANNA GO OUT? iI'm free tonight. I mean , I have plans, but i can break them. For you.Brandon, you kidnapped me. And then you made the only person I'll ever love in my life hate me. I completely despise you.So..., I take that as a no, you do not want to go out with me tonight.”

“Cal: “Yesterday I was stuck in a car with you for eight hours.” Bastard. I didn’t even sing along with the radio. Much.Me: “Yeah. And?” Cal: “Something happened.”Me: “If you’re referring to my driving skills, may I just say I didn’t TOUCH that truck. What you felt was just the wind. We were going pretty fast. And there wasn’t even a scratch. I checked.”Every Boy's Got One”

“Y Won’t U B With Me, Kate?Oh, Kate, Y won’t U B with me?Kate, Don’t U know what U mean to me?I look at the dirty dishes piling up in the sinkand all I can thinkis KateU kept the place so cleanKate, I treated U like a queenOh, Kate, U mean the world to meKate, Come home to meOh, Kate, Y can’t it BLike it used to BBecause this world ain’t meant for loversNo, this world ain’t meant for U and meBecause the bureaucrats in Washington, they’ll set off the bombs, so what’s the point,Kate?We’re all just going to die, anyway.So, Kate, Y won’t U B with me?—Dale Carter, All Rights Reserved”

“I usually know almost exactly how I feel. The problem is, I just can't tell anyone.”