“I loved the kiss. That's why I smiled at you. I loved it. I was embarrassed by how much I loved it. (Troy Summer)”

“Do you think it's weird that we're not in love with each other?""No. I think it's perfect.”

“I cant help but notice that you are not wearing a wedding ring, dear lady. Are you, by any chance, looking for a husband?' He smiled eagerly, his drenched hat clinging to his round head.Looking for a husband? Why?' Grandma Maxine asked. 'Did I lose one?”

“Juliet took a hesitant step toward Troy, looking at him the way a child looks at a new toy. "I've henver heard a man speak in such a manner. Who are you?"I'm...""That's Troy." O saod, stepping between them. The less Golden Boy said the better.”

“He waved to me to be quiet, as if I were annoying background noise. "Look, whatever your name is..."Benvolio Montague."Right. Look, Benvolio, why don't we go outside and get a taxi? My label has a New York office. We can go there and get you a money order or something." He smile, thinking himself clever. "Come on, what do you say?"Benvolio raised an eyebrow. "I am begining to believe that you are insane.”

“In her sleep?" I couldn't believe it. "How did she say it? I mean, did she sound angry?"He frowned. "I don't know how she said it.""Come on try to remember. Was it sad like this...Owen? Or was it kind of sweet like this...Ownen? Or was it-”

“We shall sing and be merry. Troy had agreed to sing my song 'Girl, Come Hither and We Shall Dither.""Uh, not really," Troy said."Perhaps you would prefer 'Girl, Come and Handle My Candle?”