...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesn’t hurt to smell good too.

In the end, the only thing between us was silence.

Your mom isn’t going to let me step foot inside this place. I’ve seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.

Everything had come into sharp focus : his smooth words, his black, glinting eyes, his broad experience with lies, seduction, women. I'd fallen in love with the devil.

Boys like girls who look like...girls.

If I could make this go away, I would. If I could stand in your place, I wouldn't hesitate. But I'm left with one choice, and that's to stand by your side through the end. I won't waver, Angel, I can promise you that. -Patch to Nora

I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.