“Nothing says I love you like processed food.”
“But sweetie, nothing says I love you like an erection.”
“Nothing says "I love you" like a dead body”
“nothing says 'I love you' like reducing yourself to a smoldering pile of ashes”
“My grandmother used to say that there's something truly intimate about sharing food with the people you love." [Stacey]"Intimate? Sharing food? People you love?" Amber raises an eyebrow. "Um, no offense, Stace, but it sounds like Gram was into food kink.”
“Yeah, I understood that last night at the wreck. Nothing says I love you like a dead body.”