Nobody ever gets enough appreciation when they're behaving themselves, but there's no end to hearing about it when they're not.

Secrets have a way of making themselves felt, even before you know there's a secret.

And they lived happily (aside from a few normal disagreements, misunderstandings, pouts, silent treatments, and unexpected calamities) ever after.

I figured that when there's no way of knowing what the future holds it's just as easy to believe it'll be good as to believe it'll be bad.

She said, "As long as we're with each other--" "We know we're in exactly the right place," he finished.

Knock, Knock." "Who's there?" "Olive." "Olive who?" "Olive...ooh. I love you, too," he said, figuring it out. "You can tell me that one anytime you like." He folded her into his arms.

Rats. Rats, mice, and rodents.