“I’m too romantic for my own good. And okay, you get kicked in the butt sometimes. But, frankly, I’d rather have, you know — actual sentiments. Than. You know? You know what I mean?”

“Every once in awhile, have a really good argument with yourself. I mean really get pissed off. Take both sides. Then look in the mirror, and in the middle of the argument say, “You know, you’re a pain in my butt. I’m not arguing with you. Get lost.”

“You know I’m here no matter what, right?” “Yeah, I know. I appreciate it.” “You mean the world to me.” I buried my face into his shoulder. “You know you mean the world to me, too.” “I’m serious, though.  If we could make some money off of you…”

“You've got something to say to me, Seaweed Brain?""You'd probably kick my butt.""You know I'd kick your butt.”

“Thank you, Daniel, that is very good to know. But if staying here means working within 10 yards of you, frankly, I'd rather have a job wiping Saddam Hussein's arse.”

“Bridget: Thank you, Daniel, that is very good to know. But if staying here means working within 10 yards of you, frankly, I'd rather have a job wiping Saddam Hussein's arse.”