“I did get lost but I wanted someone to find me.”

“ 'Scent's the thing, right? How you find someone. I've got yours inside me. I could find you whether I wanted to or not. Whether you wanted me to or not.''I'm not lost.''I still found you.' ”

“You don’t deserve me. Why should I waste my time on some bratty little whore who only wants someone to beat him until he can get off without guilt, huh? Someone who can’t follow a simple fucking direction. You don’t even want what I’m offering! You don’t want to find yourself; you want to get lost.” Devon stalked to the closet, grabbed Nicky’s coat, and hurled it at him. “So get lost.”

“I'm lost in space and I want to find a way home. Nobody else can get me back to the planet, so I have to do it myself.”

“I never wanted you lost, Em, only to find me.”

“Where is the motorcycle?”“I ditched it. Someone will find it sooner or later and return it to the rental company.”“Not in the U.S.”“We're not in the U.S., in case you haven't noticed. People don't steal lost property, they return it.”“How did you get this car?”“I stole it.”