“My glass is not only half-full, it holds five-hundred-dollar-a-bottle Dom Perignon champagne.”

“He spoke in telegram-as if every word he used cost five bucks, and he only had a twenty in his wallet.”

“What if I told you that you were a hundred percent wrong?’‘Wow,’ she said. ‘You are good. Talk about not being the bad guy in your own movie. 'You are a hundred percent wrong,’ she repeated, with a horrendous, over-the-top-Yankee-fied imitation of his barely-there drawl.”

“She smiled at him, the way she always did, even when he woke up at oh-what-the-fuck-hundred.”

“I love quick,” Gina said. “And come on, I’m getting jealous here. Was it zero sex last year for you,too?”“Yes,” he admitted. “I love you, you weren’t there—what was I going to do?”“Are you actually embarrassed, ” she asked, “because you weren’t some kind of man-ho and—”“No,” Max said. “I’m embarrassed that it took me an entire fucking year and a half and the worst scareof my life to figure out that I can’t live without you.”

“My favorite color is you.”

“So where's my hug.”