It wasn't that I didn't trust Mark's flying, it was just that, okay, I didn't trust Mark's flying.

Even at the end of the road, read the first sentence, there is a road. Even at the end of the road, a new road stretches out, endless and open, a road that may lead anywhere. To him who will find it, there is always a road.

Not just chubby fat, I'm talkin' gordo

Max Rose: Vo? What kind of name is that? Spader: What kind of name is Rose? Isn't that some kind of flower?

I was disappointed in Coop. He hated being bored and so did I. He was always looking for different things to do and coming up with new adventures that kept us moving. That was his job. Trolling for girls at the beach was okay by me, but I didn't want it to be our sole focus. Besides, the girls I liked had more interesting things to do than spend every waking moment sitting around at the beach comparing tans.

You'd better put sunblock on that skeleton head of yours. You're gonna fry." -Bobby

"Who's Heinz and what's an accordion?"