Were you already here?" he asked. "Yeah." "Didn't you just bring her home from work two hours ago?" "Yeah." Tripp chuckled and shook his head. "Did you even leave?" "No.

You want to know what happened? YOU happened Rush. That's what happened.

And you've got a boy right there who looks at you like he would drink your bathwater if you'd ask him!

She wouldn't come back. She hated me. She hated Nan. She hated my mom. She hated her father. She wouldn't come back here... but God, I wanted her to.

Girl, there ain't a boy in this town who can hold a candle to Beau Vincent with his shirt off.

It had been three weeks, four days and twelve hours since I'd seen her. Since she'd torn my heart out. If I had been drinking, I'd blame it on the alcohol. It had to be an illusion, a desperate one. But I hadn't been drinking. Not a drop. There was no mistaking Blaire. It was her. She was actually here. Blaire was back in Rosemary. She was at my house.

Be glad I don't have my gun because right now I'm considering the different ways I can get you to shut up. Let me scream and back off.