“Don't you give me no rotten tomato," Dexter sang, "just 'cause to your crazy shit Icannot relate-o.”

“Don't give me no rotten tomato, 'cause all I ever wanted was your sweet potato.”

“Once she'd loved my filet mignon, my carnivore inklings,but now she was a vegan princess, living off of beans. She'd given up the cheese and bacon, sworn off BurgerKing, and when Iwouldn't do the same she gave me back my ring. I stood there by the romaine lettuce,feeling my heartpine.Wishing that this meatless beauty still would be all mine. She turned aroundto go to checkout,fifteen items or less. And I knew this was the last go-round, so this is what I said. ..."Don't you ever give me no rotten tomato, 'cause all I ever wanted was your sweetpotato.”

“Why don't you ever wait a second and see what I'm planning, or thinking, before you burst in with your opinions and ideas? You never even give me a chance.”

“But you, fine sir." John Miller clapped Dexter on the shoulder, a bit unsteadily. "You have problems of your own.""This is true," Dexter replied, nodding."The women," John Miller sighed.Dexter wiped a hand over his face, and glanced down the road. "The women. Indeed, dear squire, they perplex me as well.""Ah, the fair Remy," John Miller said grandly, and I felt a flush run up my face. Lissa, in the front seat, put a hand to her mouth."The fair Remy," Dexter repeated, "did not see me as a worthwhile risk.""Indeed.""I am, of course, a rogue. A rapscallion. A musician. I would bring her nothing but poverty, shame, and bruised shins from my flailing limbs. She is the better for our parting."John Miller pantomined stabbing himself in the heart. "Cold words, my squire.""Huffah," Dexter agreed."Huffah," John Miller repeated, "Indeed.”

“Remy: Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together?Dexter: You're here, aren't you?”

“And always remember how much your crazy sister loves you.”