“You make me believe in the impossible.”

“You once told me that I make you believe in the impossible. You make me believe in love, which I’d given up on. Thank you for proving to me it’s not just a fairy tale.”

“You’re dangerous,” he says.“Why?”“Because you make me believe in the impossible”

“You make me believe in love, which I'd give up on. Thank you for proving to me it's not just a fairy tale.”

“Don’t try and make me feel better, Alex. I hate you.”“I hate you, too.”

“Brittany Ellis, I'm goin' to prove to you I'm the guy you believed in ten months ago, and I'm gonna be the successful man you dreamed I could be. My plan is to ask you to marry me four years from now, the day we graduate."'And I guarantee you a lifetime of fun, probably one with no lack of fightin', for you are one passionate mamacita . . . but I definitely look forward to some great make-up sessions. Maybe one day we can even go back to Fairfield and help make it the place my dad always hoped it would be. You, me, and Shelley. And any other Fuentes or Ellis family member who wants to be a part of our lives. We'll be one big, crazy Mexican-American family. What do you think? Mujer, you own my soul.”

“With someone you like that much, the lows are as low as the highs are high. Does that make sense?'It does. It also makes me sound bipolar.'Love will do that to a person.”