“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.”
“Jack narrowed his eyes. “Why can’t you be just a hundred percent good or a hundred percent bad? Why do you have to keep me all confused all the time?”
“No, you're wrong. I'm a hundred percent callow and deeply shallow.”
“The lonely reality of the truth-that the most important person in your life suddenly ceased to exist. Which on a bad day meant maybe she had never existed at all. And on a good day, there was the other fear. That even if you were a hundred percent sure she had been there, maybe you were the only one who cared or remembered.”
“Rest assured you make perfectly good nonsense. I understand you one-hundred-percent not at all.”
“You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take.”