“The sooner you get dressed the sooner you can start fawning over me like a proper date and remember just because I agreed to go out on this date with you doesn't mean I am easy. I expect you to do a little work to get my out of my pants.”

“Shouldn’t you be working instead of fraternizing with customers?” I choked.He smiled. “What are you doing Sunday night?”I snorted. By accident. “Are you asking me out?”“You’re getting cocky. I like that, Angel.”“I don’t care what you like. I’m not going out with you. Not on a date. Not alone.”

“I am taking you out. On a date. Before things get crazy.”

“You're beautiful, Sid,' he says, pushing my hair out of my face. 'And I never said it at first because it seemed so obvious to me, so easy. I didn't say it because I never wanted you to think the things I say to you are just things. Empty compliments to get in your pants. I wanted the things I say to you to be extraordinary, because that's what you are to me. Extraordinary. And I'm so sorry I didn't say it sooner, because I think you need to hear it. You were beautiful a year ago and you're beautiful now.”

“Here i go, scream my lungs out trying to get to you, you are my only one. I let go, because there's no one who gets me like you do. You are my only, my only one!”

“Is this how you get dates? You drag women into your car, lock them inside and don't let them out till they've agreed to go out with you?”