“Apparently Quinn had woken up a short time ago and immediately asked for ice cream, knowing that kids in hospitals got whatever they wanted.”

“Every time I look into his eyes I just want to take the ice cream or whatever I've got in my hand and rub it into his face. That's how much I like him.”

“The only things you can truly love after such a short time are ice cream flavors and comfortable shoes.”

“Sam was slow getting up. To Quinn he looked like an old man standing up after slipping on the ice. But he looked up at Quinn and performed a sort of salute.I owe you, Quinn."I'm sorry I didn't get him," Quinn answered.Sam shook his head. "Man, don't ever be sorry you don't want to kill someone.”

“No hospitals, she says.I know.Where are we going?For ice cream. What's your favorite flavor?Fuck you.That's my favorite, too.”

“Derek’s like, “So . . . what do you want to do first?”“I don’t know.”“Feel like ice cream?”“It’s, like, three degrees out.”“That’s why getting ice cream would be badass.”