“I love you, Devyn Wade Kell, with everything inside me. But it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I know I’m just a piece of trash in your world, and I don’t expect you to share my feelings. (Alix)Don’t you ever say that to me again. Trash is something people throw away, Alix. I intend to keep you for the rest of my life. (Devyn)”

“No worries. They don’t scare me. (Devyn)All right, but if my brain matter ends up smeared against a wall, I’ll never forgive you. (Alix)”

“Baby, I ain't trash. Trash is something you throw away. My people keep me.”

“I love you, baby. And I want you to stay with me. Always. (Devyn)Believe me, there’s no place else I’d rather be. (Alix)Me, either, but I would rather we be naked. (Devyn)”

“No one can make you feel low unless you allow them to. You’re not stupid, Alix. And you’re very beautiful. I just thought you should know that. (Devyn)”

“See—this is the problem. You don’t even get where this is going. You can’t just ask me to come in, or kiss me, or tell me you want to know what smoking pot feels like. When I’m close to you I feel crazy, okay? When you say my name I feel crazy. It’s not…the right thing for you. I don’t think I can just…be your friend.”