He inclined his head at my dress. "What's the occasion?" "Homecoming," I said, twirling. "Like?" "Last I heard, Homecoming requires a date." "About that," i hedged. "I'm sort of...going with Scott. We both figure a high-school dance is the last place Hank will be patrolling." Patch smiled, but it was tight. "I take that back. If Hank wants to shoot Scott, he has my blessing.

Let’s be honest, Nora. You’ve got it bad for me." His eyes held a lot of depth. "And I’ve got it bad for you.

If I were thinking straight, I'd take you home right now.

Angel... I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.' -Patch (PG 262)

He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep—I should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.

Patch is the last person you want to antagoonize. He doesn't hold grudges because the people who cross him tend to disappear quickly.

Anyone ever tell you you're an incredible kisser?