Hi, Max," she said, pushing her shades up onto her curls. "I hope your wearing sunscreen," i said, “your gonna have hella wrinkles by the time your ten.” “Want some daiquiri?” she offered, pointing at a blender. “Is it traitor flavored?” I asked.

Meaning what? We're going to pretend nothing's going on? That's stupid. The only way to deal with any of this is to get it out in the open." Have you been watching Oprah again?

Huh - Why is Max in the kitchen?" Dr.Martinez: "We're cooking." Gazzy: "She's just keeping you company, right?" Dr.Martinez: "No, she's cooking." Nudge: "Cooking...food?" Max: "Yes, I'm cooking food, and it's great, and you're going to eat it, you twerps!

Okay, that so did me in. Mr. Rock being all emotional? Expressing his feelings?" p. 12

A friend of mine once defined love as finding someone you can talk to late into the night

I was crazily, deeply, incredibly, joyously, terrifiedly in love.

The receptionist looked us over, then went back to typing something incredibly urgent—like her résumé́ for another job.