“Can I buy you an ice cream beforeI take you home? I feel like it’s the least I can do after scaring your shirt off.”
“Derek’s like, “So . . . what do you want to do first?”“I don’t know.”“Feel like ice cream?”“It’s, like, three degrees out.”“That’s why getting ice cream would be badass.”
“I like ice cream with my cake. But in moderation, and not like five gallons with a cupcake. For that much ice cream, I’d need at least two cupcakes.”
“I can have a car take you home...after.""After?""After.”
“Did I hear that right? Did someone say ice cream? It’s an odd thing to say in the middle of a eulogy, but hell yes, I could go for some ice cream. We could take a break, because it’s not like this guy won’t still be dead in a half an hour.”
“I think you can scare somebody out of doing something, but not out of feeling like they want to.”