“Truth be known, I found it right flatterin'. And, it gives me the confidence tah ask ya out for Saturday."My head snapped up and my cheeks burned. "Wha...?!" Picture of eloquence. That's me."Saturday. A date. You, me, dinner? Yah've heard of this concept, yeah?”

“Ask me to cut off my right arm for you, and I'll do it. Ask me to lay down my life for you, and I'll do it. But Please don't ask me to give you up now that I've found you again. Don't ask that, Amy”

“I said, Saturday is the first day of my National Center Test.""That's tomorrow, though!" My eyes bugged out."Yes, ever since antiquity, the day after Friday has been Saturday.”

“I was merely cursing, under my breath, God and man, under my breath, and the wet Saturday afternoon of my conception.”

“Why? Why are you asking me out?"His expression was equal parts amusement and confusion. "Because if I don't ask ya the chance of ya actually showin' up on the date in highly unlikely, isn't it?"An abrupt--and incredibly loud--laugh erupted out of me. "True. But why? Why would you ask out the freaky purring girl?""Yar laugh is amazin'." He grinned. Another wave of heat rushed through me. "And because from the moment I laid eyes on ya I knew there was somethin' different about ya. The purrin' just supported the theory. So, would ya like to go out with me?""Yes, I'd like to. Go on a date. With you. Please."Smooth, huh?”

“Lils, you've barely even planned Sneak yet. Give it time. He'll get there.""He did ask me out on Saturday.""OMG, you two are totally getting married and having a litter of babies. Ooh, what if that's literally true?"-Scout and Lily about werewolf Jason”