“Emma, I'm sorry, I can't help you. This is a disaster. You're completely vulnerable. It's like going into battle in a nightie.”
“I'm sorry. But it's like you said, Emma...I don't have any claws.”
“I'm sorry about your Porsche.""I can replace the Porsche. I can't replace you. You need to be more careful."I was just sitting in your car!"Babe, you're a magnet for disaster.”
“Because?' I prompt'Because I'm sorry, but I can't help it, and I really need to kiss you right now.”
“It's not like I'm actually wishing for more dead cheerleaders. I'm just saying, if someone has to go..."Tod snorted. "I like her."-Emma”
“I can't help it that I'm susceptible to you," he whispered. "You know that. It's just that you're so...unreal...and so I have to touch you. If only to be certain that I'm not the one who's dreaming. You see, I hear that sort of thing is going around.”