“Oh, Lillian. Trying to make order of the chaos that is love is like trying to figure out why chocolate ice cream makes your toes curl.”

“Kid, you've got to know that parking and making out isn't allowed, especially this time of night." "We're trying to sleep, not make out. We're on a road trip." "Is that so?" he said slowly and tapped his flashlight to the window. "The fogged up windows beg to differ.”

“His eyes lit up. "Oh, it's the Vanderbilts! They make these pumpkin and banana pancakes that are so good, they will make you want to slap your momma.""I already want to," I muttered under my breath."What's that?""Nothing. Let's go.”

“I kinda like it that I can stand on my own,” I said with a smirk. “Let’s not make it a habit, ok? I’m not thrilled with this discovery of yours.” He cracked a playful smile. “I much prefer to order you around and you just do whatever I say.” “Your high handedness is impressive,” I mused.”

“What makes you think he won't freak? He is my father and I'm his only little girl.""Betcha five bucks.""Deal," I said with a laugh. "He is gonna freak and I'll take your money and buy a honey bun with a diet cream soda and I won't share with you," I sang.”

“I love how guys say 'it meant nothing' like that's supposed to make it all ok. You only stopped because you got caught.”

“Sweetheart. Are you trying to kill me?”