“Why? Why would you do that?”"You have your way of dealing with jealousy and I have mine.”

“Why do you always have to be right. Why do you always have to have the last word. For once in your life just let it go.”

“I want you to tell me why you have a pair of broken angel wings on your shoulder. I want you to tell me why you cut your wrists and I want to know why and how you play and sing the way you do, but most of all I want you to tell me what I need to do to be a good enough man for you.”

“Why you like this, huh? Why you always think you have to do things your own way? I ast your mama bout it one time, while you was in jail.What she say? ast Sofia.She say you think your way as good as anybody else's. Plus, it yours.Sofia laugh.”

“Damn straight I’m better looking. And why were you noticing?”Colton tweaked him in the side. “More jealousy?”“You’l notice I’m rather possessive.”“You? No! ” He tickled him again. “Then again…I do hear the word ‘ mine’ out of your mouth quite often.”

“You are thirty minutes late.""Yes.""Would you be thirty minutes late to a wedding or a funeral?""No.""Why not, pray tell?""Well, if the funeral was mine I'd have to be on time. If the wedding was mine it would be my funeral.”